wash your feet please

I woke up at five o’clock, darn it, I got enough sleep I guess that means I should go so I got dressed, ate nothing, and headed to Dubai.  When I reached the city limits on highway 66 to my left was the Dubai skyline and the moon paralleled the world’s tallest building and wow, that image was so amazing I almost creamed three cars to my right but that is what I thought if I had decided to swerve to get to the shoulder.  Damn.  I should have tried.

Instead I drove to Jumeira Beach Road and to the public beach and damn, it was closed, damn people with too much money, they are ruining nature building more unnecessary reclamations, so I continued driving along the coast, the road is almost completely developed, and I finally found an opening from the road and drove in, about two dozen people were there for the sunrise, I was lucky, I guess, to get there just as it peaked.  Sigh.  There is so much clutter in the sky getting a decent picture of anything is close to impossible.  So, I continued onward down the road toward the iconic sail of Al Burj when I saw the sign, ‘get your toll tag now’ bloody hell I won’t, so I u-turned and headed to McDonalds for breakfast, I mean conforming is an ugly business here and I refuse and will continue to do so.

The Mercato Mall was built about a dozen years or so ago and it is still a cool place though it seems so small compared to the Dubai Mall but I got there early and after sitting uncomfortably to 30 minutes of ads and sneak previews to movies I’ll never see Birdman came on and it was good, really good and I am glad I didn’t have to use the loo during the entire movie.

So, I went through the lush Spinney’s at the back of the mall and bought an egg salad sandwich, tasty chips and a few other unattainable items on the other side of the fence and fought my way through traffic and returned to Al-Ain where the usually reliable Lulu’s disappointed me three times with no salmon fillets, no umbrellas and something else I can’t remember right now. 

Back in the grotto by four I did a quick load of darks and there is this headache I’ve got to take care of with sleep very soon.  I don’t know if I’ll go to mass tomorrow morning, I guess it’ll depend on what time I call it a day, which I hope will be soon.  On Monday there is a nine am visit to the dentist, I am a little concerned she’ll unwittingly poison me again and I don’t want to feel the way I did the last six days on a beach in the Indian Ocean for crying out loud.  Maybe I shouldn’t go, ah, I should, there is a tooth that is wide open, I can feel it, I think I managed to remove the temp filling with hard food and my tongue.  Darn it. 

I joined this Urban Street Photography facebook site and posted the Jama Masjid photo of locals resting and slowly dying on the steps.  Over eighty-five likes and a kudos from the fella who started the site.  Well, I didn’t think much about that image, it’s hard to know what a majority likes and now I look at the rest of mine as well as others and I kind of get the idea of what is good and what is isn’t, I don’t know if I can put up another like that.  What to do.  I know what I should do.  I should wash my feet and go to bed.