Ken had called and said he's not coming over, but to come over tonight. I hunted down and packed a bunch of things, but not before getting a practice in and having some dinner.
I'm not too happy with my playing. I think ideally I'd do two practice sessions a day with one just exercises and one that's just playing music, to develop repertoire. But the main thing is consistency; to just keep up practicing at least 6 days of the week.
I went to bed on maybe 60ml of liquor and some "Sleepy Time" tea, and slept OK if by OK is meant, Woken up at about 9AM by the buys next door doing a lot of .... building something out of wood I guess. Nice and noisy but that's their right. And they're building stuff - that's always good. I know they've built their own shelving inside their unit, and they're good neighbors, not making dust or smells, and just going in and out with their cleaning trucks and doing whatever they do.
I was awake again at about 1, and then again at almost 4. Get all the sleep I want, is my policy.
My ear is still acting up, and I'm glad I ordered that bottle of "Dettol" which I did because it has the same ingredient as this hospital type cleaner Ken brought over, Chloroxylenol. The little bottle has been left open and I just realized something - it has almost no oder. The active ingredient, being quite aromatic and smelly with a strong "elementary school soap" smell, has mostly evaporated.
My super-neato plunger laundry washing gadget will come to Ken's house today/tonight, so I'll have it within another week. And I even picked up a bucket lid and have a nice bucket up in the loft, so I can do the trick where you use a lid with a hole in it for the plunger handle, to control splashing. The tall trash can can be repurposed into a laundry hamper. Once I've got a system worked out for washing laundry, hanging it to drip, then hanging it upstairs for the final dry, it will be much better than the hassle of going to the laundromat.
I cooked my bacon and eggs and packed a lot of things to mail out, and then settled down to a practice session of a bit over an hour - no exercises all actual songs, with lots of The Internationale, God Bless America, etc things I'd like to play tomorrow since tomorrow's May 1.
Pretty soon Ken came by, and he brought the plunger washing thing. It looks pretty neat, and I'll have to do some laundry with it to try it out. The stick, which has the same thread as any plunger or painter's pole, goes in kind of crooked but it seems if I muscle it around a bit it goes in straighter.
He also wrote out my pay check, and brought by a bunch of boxes for packing, and some stuff to list. We messed around checking out a mainframe that plug-ins go into, and I fixed him a cup of tea and we talked a while, as is the usual unless he's in a hurry. I asked him if he felt like taking the packages I'd packed to the post office and FedEx because "I'm 95% sure I can fix my bike tire OK, but it's the 5% I worry about" and he said he would. So that's great. The shipping's taken care of, and I can simply go downtown and play my cornet for May Day. If I can't get the bike going or just don't feel like it, I can walk out to the light rail station and go downtown that way.
I felt so good about things I made an absolutely excellent miso soup with mackerel for late dinner.
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