Vacation Day

Got cleaned up 

Put on a rarely worn long sleeve shirt .... the shirt color shade of blue seen for a few brief seconds back in 2017 (I think it was) when we had the shadow of a total solar eclipse pass us.

Put on my man bracelet and watch, spread some styling gel into my existing grayish/brunette hair and spritzed myself with a few shots of designer cologne .....

.... and ventured out into the world.

It feels good to occasionally elevate myself above my usual exhausted slob just off work look.

I've been wondering what happens out there, Mondays through Fridays between 7am-4pm as I rarely see the streets during the morning and early afternoon hours beyond going to and coming home from work? 

I really need to take a few more days off.

Days off are needed therapy sessions

Saw a truck with Portland Trail Blazer vanity plates that read: NOMR3S .... a sentiment I partially agree with. 

These constant back and forth, 3-point shooting contests within each game is ruining basketball.

I've held that belief for two or three years now.

I think teams ought to be limited to five per quarter.

Then a panel of old schoolers can re-evaluate visual results and formed opinions and reduce further if needed.

But I digress.

I headed for the record store, bookstore and my favorite bakery. 

Greeted by the record/drum store co-owner who informed the part-time employee that whenever he sees me I get "a special discount."

I'm thankful to have earned the senior privilege in her eyes. 

Found a couple seven-inch punk vinyl records and a seven-inch, "Shout" by Tears For Fears."

Also found a couple full sized vinyl records .... one by David Friesen, an Oregon jazz acoustic bassist whose recordings I enjoy. I've never seen this one that I can recall .... even on Amazon. 

I love its front and back cover art/photo!!!

Only $3 ..... I haven't checked yet but I suspect for the price, that the vinyl might be a bit scuffed up.

Hoping to be wildly surprised though.

(Wow!! Besides a thumb print which should be easily cleaned, it looks like near mint condition.)

The fact that they had this record changes their status in my mind from a drum shop, dabbling in records, to the records and drums getting equal billing.

To me, there's few thrills that equate to flipping through bins of records and coming across something unusual like this.

At the bookstore, I found a collection of photos from east-European 1930's. 

At the bakery, a half dozen cookies.

Then took a little video of a small man-made waterfall to possibly be used in a video project.

That may be my new obsession ..... the making of bad videos.

Felt like a genuine human through all this, not the robotic 'Lost in Space' presence I've taken on of late. 

A question that came to mind: Why is thirteen called a "bakers dozen"?

Shouldn't thirteen be a customers dozen and eleven be a bakers dozen?

Back cover photo from the David Friesen vinyl that was stumbled across today while digging through bins.  A 1977 recording.