Pedonald is ruining gold for me

 "TSA Gold Plus" wtf is that going to be? The guy just spray-paints gold on everything, uses it in every name for a thing his syphilis-addled brain can come up with. 

I mean, I always liked the color of silver more, and for instance the ancient Vikings preferred silver, but I can abide the warm color of gold given how valuable the stuff is, it's being corrosion-proof, etc. But  I swear Pedonald has just made it piss-colored for me haha. 

I practiced last night, determined, even though I'd stayed up right to 7AM, to get my practice in. And I'm glad I did because I played markedly better than the practice session before. Regular practice is the only way. 

I was up in time to pack three large things, two just plain large and one an order of 10 things all in one box. And got going to FedEx just before 7. 

There's a homeless guy who's kind of parked at this one bench in front of H Mart. It's not right in front, but kind of between H Mart and FedEx and the guy's clean-cut and surprisingly, Asian. So today I got talking with him and ... apparently in every aspect of his life, he's been foiled by "criminals" who have caused him to lose his job, cause the food bank people to hate him, caused him to lose his place to live, and for all I know if his balls are itchy, that's them too. 

He didn't want anything from inside the store although I offered. He went on about not being able to charge his phone, so I had him go with me to where my bike is parked, where I showed him two of those things with a spring-loaded door, each one containing 2 outlets. 

Then it's a matter of a cable, and he showed me his phone and yep it's got a USB-C connector so I said I'll look through my cables and see what I can find for him, no problem because I keep an assortment of them around. 

All I'd bought in H Mart was a bundle of cilantro and an iced black coffee, so my daily spend for this day was pretty low. I headed back here, put things away, and headed back out with the trailer. 

The trash can I'd put the "FREE" sign on, that was out in front of the exotic food place, was still there. In fact as I rode up, a guy/gal couple was just finished looking at the trash that was in it. It was time to be responsible and get it out of there.  I rigged up a sort of hobo bike trailer + trash can thing by leaning it way over, and zip tying it to the back end of my trailer. Then I pedaled this cumbersome setup to the bridge, and left the can there. With the "FREE" sign still on it. 

When I got back in here, I looked through my cables and stuff and found one of those little cube-shaped chargers with a  USB-C cable on it that I can give to the homeless guy so he can charge his phone. And another genuine Apple one for me. 

I might decide to go back to the "Apple ecosystem" once I'm back home.  

I packed what has to go out tomorrow, and had just made dinner and was on the toilet when I thought I heard a knock on the door. I took a peek through the mail slot and it was Ken. He had several more boxes of stuff to sort out and list, and a package that had bounced back from a buyer in Miami ($100 for some little O-rings) and I tried sending it back to him and Ebay won't let me edit the address. And Ebay showed it as delivered. So I just refunded the guy and re-listed the things and told the guy it might be best if someone he knows and trusts can buy them for him, and make sure they have a good address. 

In 13 months Ken's going to find out how much work this business is! 

 

Tonk

 W the actual F.... 

 Yep made the mistake of turning the radio on again ... the old WWII if not earlier term "Tonk" is being used again, this time around for (supposed) immigrants, actually anyone who fits the racial profile, who ICE are apprehending. For the same reason too, it's the word a billy club hitting a head makes. 

We really are re-playing the 20th century, aren't we? If this is 1926, if it were rhyming closely, we've got maybe 2-1/2 or 3 years before a catastrophic depression. 

I'd better start inventing a medical history for my older sister, starting with it just being found and mild. Keep dropping it into conversations with Ken here and there, so it becomes part of the background of things. Then she'll get much sicker in about a year, and for fear of never seeing her again, will go to visit in mid-September '27... 

I did stuff, packed stuff, ate stuff, etc., and Ken came by at his now-usual time of 11:30 at night. He'd brought a huge Carl's Jr. burger for me, and had one for himself and onion rings. Now, these burgers are massive, and I ate the patty and a bit of the lettuce, and later when Ken was gone I tossed the bun up on the roof for the birds haha. They love 'em! 

The point of this being, though, that Ken is *not* eating the kind of food he should be eating with his diabetes, and today he was really kind of staggering around in a feeble way. He said he was having trouble with balance, and that his legs have become really weak. But he's going to see the doctor soon, as he's scheduled to. 

He ate all the burger and half the onion rings (saving half for later) or maybe he'd eaten all the rings and saved half the burger, not sure. It's not the kind of food he should be eating at all, and as usual these days, he injected two full syringes of insulin (I think one is fast-acting and one is slow-acting).   

I got my check, to deposit on Friday, and he also brought a bunch more things to sort through and sell.  Good thing there was plenty of room in the dumpster that's out on Wednesday night, because I put a big box of junk in there, and put a smaller box of metal scrap type things outside the door here. 

 

Doing things right

 Last night I cleaned up thoroughly, had my packages packed, and was ready to, when I woke up, just have my breakfast and hop on the bike and go. 

I even got a decent practice in, as I did the night before too. 

I got up exactly an hour before I had to leave, had my breakfast etc., and got out of here. Dropped off packages at the post office, went to the bank and deposited my pay check (my math agreed with theirs to the penny) and was feeling pretty good. 

I rode down to Walmart and got a few things; paper towels, sunflower seeds, pepitas, and a bag of macadamia nuts just to have a different brand, and for a treat I guess, got a 3-pack of water filter cartridges. Those darned things are over $15 each now, but the 3-pack was $30. 

I noticed a lot of things there are marked down, as people are just plain buying less and prioritizing their shopping. 

I stopped at Nijiya on the way back and got a bag of coffee pour-over things. Those are almost $14 for 16 of them so they're not cheap, but they're far cheaper than my beloved Doutor canned black coffee which I've stopped buying because it comes in a weird small bottle now. 

Oh, and between the bank and Walmart I stopped in at Sakura Market which is a real Japan-style kombini. I was able to get a nice refreshing sugar-free Lipovitan for a dollar and a half, and while the prices are a bit more than Nijiya's for the same things, they have cheap things like this ramen bar setup where you buy a package of ramen and cook it up there and there are add-ons, and there are small things like a single fried sausage etc. 

I was going to get sashimi at Nijiya, but they've raised the price by a dollar and it looks like the portions are a bit smaller. And I didn't see anything else I liked so I just got the coffee and got back here. 

Then I went back out and went to Lowe's for a couple of those cheap bristle paint brushes, Ross for socks and pillowcases, and finally H Mart for some Frima and a cold black coffee which I relaxed and drank sitting in front by my bike. 

I *was* able to pay by cash so it's not that they don't take cash after 9 but more than they've closed out their drawers by the time it gets close to closing.  

Vinegar

 I realized I needed vinegar. 

My plan for the weekend was to clean all the stickers off of the heavy duty storage boxes I'd scored, then put them on Craig's List. They'd bring a minimum of $500, and that might be just selling the two big ones and keeping the smaller one for myself, which would be the heavy-duty-est rolling suitcase, with wheels and an extendable handle. VERY heavy though. 

I'd do this instead of busking. 

So after taking care of a bunch of other things, I started in on cleaning up the small one, that I might keep for myself, and after a while realized I don't want to mess around with this, and I don't want to deal with Craig's List people. So I put them outside along with some other stuff I wanted to get rid of, and that was that. 

Yesterday was taken up getting 20 things together to list (I managed to list half of them) and I decided I'd not go to the bank today but would get caught up on things instead. 

So I didn't go out today except at about 9PM I realized I needed vinegar to clean the coffee maker. I hopped on the bike and rode up to H Mart, where I got that, and T.P. and a few other things, a bit over $20 and they don't take cash after a certain time in the evening so it had to go on the card. I think it's a new policy of theirs because ... 

The zombies truly own the night. I mean, I packed my stuff in the bike bags and was going to sit for a few minutes and enjoy my can of "black" Mr. Brown coffee, when I realized I'd been fooled again, as it has sugar in it. The really black stuff is in a grey can. Oops. At least it was only $1.29. I gave it to some guys who were hanging out at a table in front of the bagel place and we talked sugar and carbs a bit, and I rode off. 

I went around behind H Mart and there by the dumpster enclosure was a zombie with junk and bike parts spread out all over, working on his zombike. 

In front of McDonald's, there were two more with bike sort of settled in, and one of them called out to a third, rattling up on a bike. They were everywhere. 

I got back here and unloaded and now it was time for neighborhood improvement. I hitched up the trailer and cleaned up a plastic tub and a bucket and associated "bum droppings" (trash, trashed clothes, etc.) and collected up some other stuff and big plastic car bumper and put them in the exotic food place's dumpster. Even then, when I was by the dumpster tossing things in, a zombie walking across the street called something out to me. Night's when they come out to do their zombie stuff. 

I was thinking they're not handling cash after say, 9PM, to prevent possible robberies but now that I think about it, street types don't tend to have cards. A couple handfuls of grimy change, more like. So if H Mart doesn't take cash when the zombies are out and around, it not only cuts down the chance of being robbed, but it keeps them from coming in to buy anything (and shoplift even more). Plus it's nice to walk around the place without smelly bums being all over. 

 

Uneventful Friday night

 I took things to the post office and Fedex, bought stuff, blah blah. I'd gotten a package of Blue Diamond salted roasted walnuts in H Mart, which I remembered as being really delicious, to go with my cup of iced coffee, and the walnuts were so stale as to be inedible. Oops. I ended up going back in and getting spicy peanuts. 

A nice windfall

 I re-photo'd the capacitors last night and can list them now. 

I did my post office and FedEx run, with small things, bought the usual couple of things (OK I spent $1.50 on a bundle of "minari" for tonight's soup) and on the way back checked on something. 

Last night I'd swiped the foam from the inside of these large protective boxes a place had left out. The boxes themselves are of very high quality, but were covered with stickers and looked scruffy as hell. I knew what they are, and was surprised to see them left out by a dumpster. 

So today I went by there again, expecting the boxes to be gone either because someone at that business wised up and brought them in, or someone else got them. But they were still there. 

So I got back here and offloaded things and hitched up the bike trailer, and got 'em. It took two trips, one with one of the big ones, angled because it's wider than the bed of the trailer, and the 2nd trip with the smaller one on the bottom and the other big one on top. I had to hustle because it's generally considered suspicious if one is skulking around a business park past 8 or 9 PM. 

 

Wednesday bank day I guess

 I had such a huge number of things to ship, I put off going to the bank until today. I was up in time to clean up a bit, collect my donations and a couple of packages for the post office, and get going in time. I dropped off the donations and packages, and deposited the check, that I'd gotten last week, in the bank and their numbers and mine added up fine, plus the IRS cashed my check so that's that taken care of. 

I picked up a few bubble mailers from the Amazon place and stopped at Nijiya for a couple of things, and got back here. I was working on packing a large package to take to FedEx and the neighbor from the welding place came over. It turns out the illegal night club had been busted and it had even made the news - pretty much all channels. 

"I don't take a newspaper so I didn't know..." was my reaction. All the news agencies possible doesn't matter in the least to me, because I'll never know. If I took a newspaper, I'd read the thing and have found out a couple of weeks ago when the bust was done. Or, a neighbor catching me up on the latest gossip, that works. 

Ken came by around midnight, and brought me a big hamburger from Carl's Jr. because like any good American, he looks out for his friends, making sure the beef level in their bodies is adequate. Then we had fun hunting for his checkbook, somewhere in the clutter in his car and I found it this time. I got my pay check, to be deposited on Monday. 

He also brought a bunch of stuff to sell that looks like a good batch, so that's good. 

When he was gone, around 1AM, I set about photographing the 22 high voltage capacitors I'd been working on, but the counter in my camera that numbers the photos "rolled over" with the result that, as far as I can tell, the photos are utterly randomized and will have to be taken again. 

This is something that's going to be highly amusing to me once I leave here. Ken will find out how much work this business is, and the whole thing will melt down. And quickly. 

It's nowhere near as easy as it was in 2012 when  I started doing this job. There's much, much more effort in getting things to list because I have to dig around more and take things apart. Shipping is insane now and on large, heavy things, the shipping generally comes out double the original quote that the customer pays. The internet is slower, and so is Ebay itself. Both are buggier. And a lot of mundane things that used to sell well, don't any more because everyone is selling them now. 

I'd also asked Ken how his reverse mortgage thing is going, and he said, "They make you jump through all these hoops" and apparently the company found all kinds of old liens on his house, some going back to the 90s. 

Oh well time to shoot all those photos again...