Not until next Tuesday

 I guess this is my life now. It's always been like pulling teeth to get paid, but now Ken's doing this thing where I get my check but can't deposit it until the next week. So the check I got on the 10th, wasn't deposited until the 15th. The check he gave me last night, the 17th, isn't to be deposited until the 23rd. He said he'd dated it for Tuesday and it "should be OK" to deposit then, but I said he'd dated it for the 22nd, which is Monday. But I can wait until Tuesday to deposit it. 

At least he *did* come by. And since he's working until so late, his choice by the way, the guy typically doesn't get out of bed until 4 in the afternoon, he's coming by closer to 11:30 than 10:30 in the evening. 

Of course nothing is open, and he called me to ask what I might want, food-wise. At least he's been pretty good that way. He ended up going to Carl's Jr. and I got a Super Star or whatever their burger is called and some fries. That was nice, and probably cost him $30 or $40 for the both of us the way prices are now.  

He also brought over some pretty good parts to sell, so I spent the rest of the night fiddling around with them, getting them and other things ready to list. 

He's still working on his "You're right, it's a reverse mortgage but for some reason they call it an HEI" thing. The catch is, they want him to go around his house and take photos, while he wants the other option they offer, of having someone come out and take the photos, of his house to assess its value. 

He says taking his own photos will take too much time. Yeah, surely, less time than his wandering taking his own photos and fiddling with his camera, probably breaking it, etc. Plus, Ken's the "anti-photographer". Whatever it is that Ansel Adams had, Ken has tons of the opposite. He takes awful photos. 

Of course this fly-by-night company probably needs X amount of photos however good or bad, and whoever they send out is probably awful at photography too. Real estate is built up to an even bigger  bubble than it was in 2005-2006, and they probably just need "some photos". 

So until Ken gets all signed up for his latest adventure into crippling debt (but that will buy him a year or two of imaginary relief) his economic situation is going to suck. 

My part in this is to just hang on through this rough patch and keep making the right kind of noises to Ken, about staying here until I'm 67 years old. Then of course boogieing out of here as soon as I'm turning 65. 

 

 

I don't even know what Wednesday feels like

 I was up in time to pack some things and get 'em to FedEx and the post office. 

Last night among other things I rounded up a lot of transformers, pretty big ones, about 20 of them, and put them out for the scavengers after taking them off of Ebay. Surprise surprise they were still there when I got up, so even the scavengers didn't want them. Lazy bums are lazy? 

 

Tuesday feels like Monday.

 Probably because yesterday didn't really feel like a Monday, with my going downtown and depositing a pay check etc. 

Just the various things that happen around here

 Yesterday I'd been working on reasons to go out, then found out the water was off. I thought maybe Ken hadn't paid the bill, but once I was all ready to go and getting the bike out, I went next door and asked the guys and their water was out too. They were probably puzzled that I was happy to hear it wasn't just me. 

I went out, then, and bought a few gallons of water and some cilantro, and on the way back picked up tons of these little flat boxes from the computer repair place. 

I got involved doing things, had dinner, and around midnight, as I was re-arranging things, decided it was a good idea to go back to the computer repair place and pickup the last of the little boxes and did so. It was good to get out of the heat. 

I ended up staying up, taking a thing apart and rounding up small things and packing them and finding things that go into large combined orders, and stayed up until 8AM. This was actually kind of good, because that's when I got a knock on the door. It was repairmen asking about a repair request for the A/C. 

I said I don't use A/C and for that matter, the guys on each side, they don't bother with it either. But as we puzzled over this, I mentioned the name of the place directly behind me, and it turns out they had the initials of the company on the repair order and didn't know the full name. When I mentioned the full name they realized it might just be them. So I was helpful, after all. 

They run big machines and might use A/C but I'm guessing it was a matter of the spinny things on the roof not working because when the wind's been crazy here I've not heard them spinning, and they probably make a real difference. I saw that the repairmen had gone up onto the roof with a big ladder and went to bed. 

And before beddy-bye, the water had come back on and I started a load of laundry.  

Another practice

 That's what matters, that I got another practice in last night. I also photo'd but did not list 30 things last night like I should have. But at least I photo'd them. 

The heat is annoying but hey it's summer. 

In the practice I started to go into the next page, further than I had before in the Rubank book. The thing is, as nearly as I can figure, is (a) I need to put in the hours because that's how endurance is developed. And (b) there's a sort of bad habit of tensing up too much. This can come from (a) not enough hours so muscles get fatigued, and also a sort of bad habit to be trained out. What beats it all is consistency, practicing regularly every day. 

The thing is, I honestly don't know from week to week when this job, this situation I have, is going to fall apart.  Ken doesn't even know, because he thinks, like any Boomer, that he can keep re-financing and setting up this or that thinly disguised reverse mortgage, never reading the find print, and everything will be OK. 

Interestingly, it was another quiet night last night, as there was a cop car stationed again at the entrance to the other building where the illegal night club operates, and it was really, really, quiet. It was nice in that respect. 

 

A good practice

 I got a good practice in last night, and interestingly, the police stationed a car at the entrance to the other building from about 1AM to 4AM, long enough to make it nonprofitable for the illegal night club to operate, so it was a nice quiet night. 

I was even able to play a high C which I hadn't done yet with this cornet and its conical mouthpiece. 

I decided I had reasons, just barely enough, to justify riding downtown. I dropped off trash, dropped off donations, used up the mix of bird seed I'd made of millet, chia, roasted sesame, and flax seeds by sprinkling it on a large bare/weedy area by the freeway bridge where I heard a lot of small bird chirping. 

I went to the Amazon place and found two or three bubble mailers, that's all. I rode down to Walmart and got a bottle of instant coffee and a package of notebook paper and a rather nice wooden ruler to use in photos because the orange one I recently got shows up closer to red in photos and really steals the show. 

The ruler was 97c or so, and yet when I got home and peeled the sticker off, it had an RFID thing in it, so I guess Walmart can bust a kid for stealing a ruler. There's also a video camera in that area and a screen which I played with for a bit, watching the little green outline stay on my face however I moved my hands and arms around haha. 

So I got done at Walmart for only about $14 and almost all of that was the coffee. 

I went over to Whole Foods and only bought a bag of buckwheat flour. I love buckwheat noodles, called soba, but 100% buckwheat ones are very expensive. I'm thinking I might try making crepes, which I can spread my nutritional yeast + butter + olive oil mixture on. In the interest of this, I bought a frying pan yesterday which cost me almost $20, and that was the best deal in town, I know, because I checked the prices at Ross and Homegoods before  buying the pan in H Mart. 

The yeast is a pain in the rear to eat on its own. It's great spread on bread or something, but I'd rather not add a lot of bread to my diet. I can buy these really flat Indian/Asian tortilla things, as well as just buying flour tortillas, but I'd rather try to be a bit more healthy. Hence the buckwheat flour. 

So here I was, going to Whole Foods and just buying one staple thing. No extras, no bottle of coffee or snack from the hot bar or anything. That's how the economy is now and I hope they're getting used to it. 

 

 

How the math is mathing

 Since I can't post links on here, I can only describe what I was just reading on r/hawaii on Reddit. 

People are talking about who moved from Hawaii to the mainland for cheaper living. Right away I started laughing internally because in my experience the mainland is more expensive than Hawaii, by quite a bit. 

But they're talking about having engineering jobs and such jobs, jobs that take special connections to get and a quarter-million or more for the education to get started. Jobs that apparently it's against the order of the Universe for me to get, no matter how smart and hard-working and I know; I tried. 

So horray for them, I guess. 

In my experience, if you're making the same $5 or $10 an hour in Hawaii or on the mainland, your $5 or $10 an hour will go almost twice as far in Hawaii. This is because in Hawaii you can live like a local, which means no A/C because no real local ever needs it or misses it, maybe in a 2nd or 3rd floor walk-up with an extra charge for parking but who cares because no one in their right mind would have a car, given how expensive they are. 

So for one instance one commenter talks about topping out at $77k for his engineering job and the same job starts at $90k on the mainland but is generally $125k, well, great for him. 

The most I've made, with my own Ebay thing going, was a gross around $70k. Taxable income was about half that. So the most I've made is $35k, which is just a bit more than minimum wage pays here in California. But then there are California expenses, 2X Hawaii expenses, for everything. 

And my Social Security, about $1400 a month I think, or $16k, will be the same here or back in Hawaii. I'd be a fool not to go where expenses are 1/2 or at most 2/3rds what they are here. Plus it being easier to get around, this area being arranged where everything is 30 miles from everything else. 

What's funny about Social Security is, I'm allowed to make a bit more per year than I do now, about $20.6k, before they "claw back" some of the monthly payment. And even then, if my understanding is correct, the money "clawed back" is kept for me and added to my payment at age 70. 

I actually practiced last night. I need to get back in shape to get out there busking regularly.