Um,

 Um,

When it's better to not practice?

 After doing a bunch of other things yesterday/last night I practiced, but I went about it ... not ideally. First I didn't warm up with long tones. Big mistake I think. Secondly I was just not enthusiastic about it. 

I went to bed at something like 8AM, and told myself I wanted to be up around noon to pack a couple more things that had sold and get them to the post office before the rain starts. And amazingly I was up at noon. It was more like 1 when I got out of here, with 4 things, and rode up to the post office and back, and then on the way back (I could see ominous rain clouds coming in) I went to Lowe's. 

What fun looking in the cleaners section of Lowe's. For some reason they sell Scotchguard there, which a while back I hoped to find at Big-5, since it's used on sports equipment a lot, right? I only found some off-brand, and here it is, the genuine stuff. So that's good to know. 

I was looking for floor wax/sealer though, and am still kicking myself for tossing out my tin of Johnson's floor wax, the real old-school stuff, which takes a little effort but the stuff wears like iron. So I was thinking of trying some Minwax which is for furniture which would be the closest thing, but first I'd look at the liquids. Back at the Blue Cross Animal Hospital, we used to use some stuff called Mop And Glo, which I figured was no longer available but there it was. I had $15 cash with me and it came to $15.18 so I had to use my card, but now I can take care of the bathroom floor. 

I got back here just as a few rain drops were starting to fall, and a few minutes after I got inside it started to rain in earnest. Which is why I was so eager to get everything sent out early, because it's going to rain heavily tomorrow (Wednesday) and I'll stay in. 

 

4/9

 Well here it is a great weekend done with, and everyone's just bubbling about what a success it was. 9 shot, 4 deaths, and other than them I guess, everyone had a great time. 

I did more practice last night, really early this morning. I'm not sure how to describe the new embouchure thing I'm trying to adopt, other than before, I was using the muscles *right* around the lips, and now I'm using the muscles needed for a "flat chin" which are an ring of muscles surrounding them. 

So I'm paying attention to this, and also doing the flat chin thing in my breathing exercises when I think about them. 

It's also time I start thinking about getting out there busking.  

I did my post office and FedEx run, and picked up some boxes, and once I had the bike parked in front, there was a guy banging on the door or something, at the next door place so I kind of watched ... it turned out to be one of the workers, one of the very few who speaks enough English to hold a real conversation, which we did. And I found myself talking with this scruffy guy who looks like he *maybe* knows how to operate a landscape sprinkler system, about global warming and Thwaites glacier and so on. It was amazing, this guy knows a lot more than a lot of people would think. 

I've seen this with people in Hawaii in the past, whom you'd not think were very educated or tuned in, and it will turn out they know a ton. And I won't even listen to the stereotypes that get pushed about people in Hawaii being lazy, because it's the opposite. 

 

The current unpleasantness

 Last night I was up listing things, and .... the illegal night club set up for a banger of a night, plenty of clients coming in. So  I filed my report online and when it looked like I was going to have drunks camped out and talking/yelling outside my door all night, I called the cops. The 911 op said they were just headed over (anyway?) and they came in, the "johns" and ho's did their "rats leaving a sinking ship" routine, and that was all great except there were 3 large, very drunk, guys who *did* seem as if they were going to spend the rest of the night outside my door so I called again. 

I got to talk with the cop a little, too, and he said the site of the illegal night club doesn't even have electricity and they might board it up, and I said it had been boarded up before and the Colombians had just opened it up again. But maybe they'll board it up again and it will lead to some of the scum being arrested. 

So this fun occupied the time until about 4AM, and I got about half of the things listed. I also made the mistake of eating not one, but two, of the "Crunchie" bars I had, which made me feel weird, probably due to high blood sugar. The coffee I swallowed them down with surely didn't help. 

So in the end I was just tired, felt frazzled, and went to bed. 

I woke up around 3 in the afternoon, and after exercises and some breakfast, I took the rest of the Crunchie bars and some other stuff to donate, and headed downtown. I did the usual; dropped off a bag of trash, put the candy and stuff into the little free library, then headed over to the Amazon place for bubble mailers. 

Downtown was even more dull, dead, and unfriendly seeming than usual. In fact, one of the doors of the Amazon place had police tape on it and I just went in the other door. I did my thing, got a few mailers, and got out of there. I stopped at Nijiya for a couple of things and got back here. 

 

A good practice

 I was amazed last night,  I had a really good practice. I guess all those years playing trumpet have not meant nothing, and I'm getting better on the Rubank exercises and also found myself able to play things that went pretty high on the scale. 

I might want to give some credit to the horn itself. Student horns can certainly be played up high, but most students never will before they graduate to an intermediate or professional horn. But a professional horn will be judged and judged hard if it's not equally easy to play high as low, as far as being in tune, having no difficult notes etc. 

You get what you pay for.  And as expensive as this horn was, this is all nothing compared to how expensive violins can be, or flutes, or a lot of instruments that need a constant input of supplies and extra equipment, like guitars. Someone like myself who is fanatical about playing with a clean mouth and who knows how to to minor maintenance like replacing water key corks, thorough cleanings, and even things like valve rebuilds and alignments, can have a trumpet or cornet last indefinitely. 

I woke up around 3, photo'd the 25 things I had all ready to list first, then had some coffee and nuts and then went downtown. I dropped off a bag of trash, some books at the little free library, then went to the Amazon place for some bubble mailers, and turned right around and got outta there. It's crowded, and our legion of ugly streetwalkers, as well as various other druggies and freaks, are out plying their various trades. 

I stopped by Nijiya for ginger and eggs and got back here and that's it. I just wanted to get a bike ride in because it's a bit tiring to just stay in here all the time. 

 

 

A bit less bad

I went downtown to deposit my check and buy things ...  I guess I wrote about this already. I got back here in time to grab a big box and get that to FedEx. 

In the early morning, because I was up all night again, I did some more practice and it was ... less bad. Thinking back to when  I was practicing regularly, it seems there was a pretty good correlation between the amount of practice I was doing and how well I could play out on the street. This is what I want to get back on track on. 

The plan is to get back to a regular busking schedule and also keep regularly practicing and reading off of printed music.  

I didn't wake up until a quarter after 3, and I surprised myself by packing all the things and I got them up to the post office and then went to 99 Ranch and H Mart for things. I also went to Ross to buy a T-shirt. 

Were there crazy zombies staggering around? Of course! I even had to detour though a parking lot to get from one end of Rogers Avenue to the other, due to a "zombie clog" in the middle. Zombies just doing crazy zombie stuff, yelling, filling the street with the utter crap they drag around... 

The funniest zombie interaction was inside Ross of all places. I was walking past a rack and there was a tall, blonde Zombess looking at the clothes I guess, maybe deciding what things to shoplift. The thing stepped back right when I was walking past and banged my foot kind of hard so I said, "Sonofabitch!". The thing then said "What?" and I said "Son of a bitch! It's what you say when someone trips you, SON OF A BITCH!!" and that shut the creature up. 

I had zero problems checking out, paying for my shirt, and even had a nice little mini-conversation with the security guard about those coin dispenser things that people used to have, how neat having one would be. Not even a crosswise look because the people working there know a human from a zombie. 

 

Just before the horrors start

 I'm glad I had my packages packed, just two small ones and one very big one, last night. I also did some practice last night, I sounded awful. 

I woke up at a quarter after 3 in the afternoon. That makes sense because entertaining Ken for an hour or more is always exhausting, then I'd packed the things, then practiced etc. 

But that gave me just enough time to get cleaned up, have some black coffee and aspirin as that's a healthy breakfast, and take off. 

I dropped off trash and a bunch of books and 10 "Crunchie" candy bars, bought a can of coffee at Nijiya and then got over to the post office and dropped off the packages, then got over to the bank and deposited my pay check for the week. 

Then I went over to Whole Foods and ate and got things, and then headed down to Walmart to get other things. Downtown is already different, with barriers and tons of police and police dogs. I did my thing at Walmart and on the way back saw something eerie: a large-ish box truck painted all grey, no logo, no numbers, not even some small number or anything. Just the kind of thing you'd expect to see people be disappeared into. 

I went to Nijiya again for a few more things, and got back here, offloaded the things, loaded up the one very large package and took that up to FedEx and got a few things in H Mart. 

There were the usual number of crazy zombies, zombies with zombie dogs (I tried to get the zombie dog to chase me out into traffic but darn it, it obeyed its undead master) and the usual craziness. But now I am set to hunker down until Tuesday.