Free .... free as a bird

 Up at 3. 

"Free As A Bird" by The Beatles is stuck in my head these days. I came upon it from the George Formby video "Leaning On A Lamp Post" where in the comments it's mentioned that this is the banjo-uke music at the end of "Free As A Bird" so naturally I had to check it out. 

I finished the packages I'd set up last night and left here at 6:20. I go out along Old Bayshore these days as it's a very simple route and normally fairly zombie-free. That was not the case today, though. As I pulled out onto Old Bayshore I heard a sort of rythemless banging and thought it was the wind, except the wind's not strong enough to bang anything around like that... 

It was a Black female zombie clad in a red bikini and a few rags, playing the pipes on the side of the Smithfield building like it's a drum set and muttering to herself. I sped on by. 

The drop-offs went fine, I came back with some nice medium-sized boxes, and stopped by the dumpster by Grill-'Em but it didn't have much. Riding back from there, around that parking lot I use to get around the tight turn drivers like to cut it close on, there was a short, stout zombie carrying a sack over its shoulder. I had to waggle my stick at it to get past, which I did, quickly.  I then passed the Bikini Zombie again, now off the drums and gibbering a stream of word-salad at the world in general.

I got back in here and took off again with my organic trash which I put in the blackberry patch, and a box in a torn cloth grocery bag I wanted to get rid of at the dumpster on the corner of Queen's Lane and Old Bayshore. I was just pulling up to it when a zombie walked right up on me! Zombies favor dark, dull colors in their clothes and their general filth tends to make them, their clothes, and their surroundings blend into one mucky sort of brown/grey, and if it's not a muttering zombie, or a shuffling zombie, they can come right up on one. This one was like that; a fast walker. Luckily I was still moving and on the pedals so I muttered something like "fuck this" and accelerated quickly, in a large arc taking me away from the zombie which I watched over my shoulder. It seemed bent on a straight-line path, towards what I had no idea - maybe to try sleeping on Galli Produce's loading dock? Perhaps attracted by the gibbering of Bikini Girl. 

Anyway I fucked off out of there, ducking behind the fence and through Loomis Security's parking lot and out the other end and back here. I tossed the bag etc into the trash enclosure. I'll throw it away some other time. 

I had some scrambled eggs with poblano chili and caught up with Ebay stuff and just generally futzed around, when Ken showed up. He'd tested the tube tester and brought it back because he didn't want anything that valuable sitting in his truck (and besides, it's big) so I'm to list that and he'll add in photos he's taken of the unit operating. 

I've also ordered a safety vest on Amazon that might be pretty decent. At least Prime allows free returns if it's junk, and it's not like buying something that will go next to my skin. The thing is, I was thinking while out riding today, that in the Before Times, the traffic was often so congested that it made is really safe because no one was moving fast at all. It's more dangerous now because there are lots of cars going fast. I should be able to pick it up late Sunday so I'll have it on my next package run.