“Kramer, you seem to spend a lot of time listening to other people complain about their lives, don’t you?”
It was a comment from one of my little Leo friends. Sure I do. Part of the trade I’m in. I study people. And after that Leo left, I crawled into bed, exhausted from a day’s work. I reached down and discovered I still had my pager on, so I unclipped it and set it on the headboard. It went off this morning — before 7:00 AM. That is a little unrealistic to expect me to answer a beep much before noon. But by noon, I was a quarter of the way around the lake, this time determined to try a special figure eight loop on the trails. I made excellent time, and I must have covered close to seven miles. I guess two hikes for a week doesn’t really count, but it’s got to do because the next few days are really busy.
I did stop at the post office and ask the guy behind the counter if I was redneck. Yes, I’m still hung up on that question. “Kramer, you look like anything but a redneck.” This is also the first time I’ve felt a certain amount of ennui while getting ready for a trip. Normally, I look forward to traveling. But dragging out the show case, the backpack, and a briefcase for the computer just isn’t as much fun as it used to be.
Of course, I leave these bags partially packed in case something fun comes up, but this weekend looks like just another working trip. Pile in car, drive four hours, check in a hotel, sleep, work, sleep, work, drive back. Where’s the fun in that?
- Aperture: ƒ/1.8
- Camera: iPad Pro (11-inch)
- Flash fired: no
- Focal length: 3mm
- ISO: 64
- Shutter speed: 1/60s
