A Third Type

I sit and wait on what I call "the wrecking crew."  They were supposed to be here at 8:30.  Oh, I know, this is a privileged white person problem.  I thought I was doing people a service by hiring them for their labor, but it seems I am just contributing to the imbalance between the haves and have nots.  But I'm old.  I need help.  Help!

I had to take someone to the doctor's office at 7:30 yesterday morning for a post-surgery check up.  You know who is there at 7:30?  People from the nursing homes.  Men in blue jumpers wheeling the infirmed then taking a seat to read a magazine.  I sat watching one woman and wondering how she ended up there, thinking, really, of myself sometime in the future.

I had nightmares last night.  Bad ones.

One day, the underprivileged will have their revenge.

But I am not to speak of such things.

I want to make some pictures today with the unusual cameras.  I want to shoot some glass plates and some paper negatives, among other things.  Will I?  There are reasons why I should.

Today's photo is of fun San Fran.  Doesn't it look it?  Photography displays such weird and terrible things.  The world is not as we imagine it, at least not visually.  Not even the most beautiful places.  Our vision is so discriminating we miss much.  Or we see only what others miss and not the rest.  Maybe that is the difference between people, just what they see when they look.

I used to think there were two types of people in the world, those who love "Bad Santa" and those who do not.  I have recently found a third category, though.  A friend watched "Bad Santa" on my recommendation.  I was sure he was "one of us," but though he liked the movie, he thought the South Park movie was better.

What?!

Definitely not "one of us."  I've discovered another species.

That is what it is like to be a lifelong adventurer.