Up at 3. I'd done voice exercises last night and some singing, drank a bottle of wine, etc. I've got a sort of conversation going on with my aunt, still alive at about age 80, and mentioned my plans to plant acorns and artichokes and such on this little strip of CalTrans land where the blackberries are. She told me this is going on all over, with people gardening on little bits of land.
I finally got my dead ass out of here at almost 7. I rode by Japantown to dump a bag of trash, then went to Whole Foods and locked up the bike. The old guy who collects signatures was there with his table, well onto Whole Foods property but he's not really annoying.
I walked to CVS and got my vodka, then came back to Whole Foods and got cheese and butter and some broccoli and spent $25 in a bottle of kava-kava pills so I can take those at bedtime and see if I can get off of alcohol again. I also got a beer and asked for 1/3-lb of roast beer but the kid weighed out more like 1/3 lb and I said that was OK.
I went by the Amazon hub for some bubble mailers, then rode for home. 8PM downtown is more equivalent to midnight. I used to happily play my trumpet by the Old Spaghetti Factory until midnight but now the only people out are some pretty far-gone zombies.
I stopped in Japantown, and having noted that the steps of the Issei Center are very well-lit at night, I stopped there and had my roast beef and beer. It was very nice and quiet. It reminds me of small towns in Hawaii. Because it's hot in the middle of the day, people traditionally get up early in the morning like 6 or even earlier, do stuff, then stay inside for the hot part of the day then maybe do more things after it cools down. But because they were up at 6, bedtime is generally 10.
I seem to have a pretty good conversations going with my aunt. I want to become a person to her and not just a name.
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