Last night I did more voice exercises and sang a few songs. I "staged" more packages making a total of 21, two of them quite large. I figured I'd wake up early enough to pack them the rest of the way before heading to the post office.
And I was right. I woke up around 3, had coffee etc., and packed them all in an hour and a half. Today's the last day inspectors might have shown up and I guess they were impressed enough the last time that they didn't bother with this unit this time. People are naturally lazy, and I'd really made a good impression. I'm still really glad I got the smoke detectors and the fire extinguisher set up, and I want to find a place to put the first aid kit where it's really easy to find, and once I find it again I'll install the EXIT glowing sign we have around here.
So I left here at 6, got up to the post office, and almost left a small FedEx package with them too. Of course the chute was jammed so there were lots of packages stacked on the counters and one of the ladies there had me go over to the blue door which she opened and I put the big box in there and some small stuff too.
FedEx likewise went fine, and I found a box of yoghurt in H-Mart's trash. But, like almost all yoghurt in the US, it was full of sugar. We're talking 30g of carbohydrates per serving and the standard serving is quite small. You might as well eat pudding or have a couple of candy bars for breakfast. I took it with me, though, and left it on the corner by the McDonald's where there are always down-and-out people passing by.
I got the shrimp appetizer at "Ono Hawaiian Barbecue" and set up over by the Chipotle to eat it. It's not a bad place to eat because I'm not where anyone would walk, there's light, I can pull my bike and trailer in there, and it's a nice combination of tucked away yet safe.
On the way back I didn't find much. Just a couple of tomato boxes which are perfect for microscope parts and a big sheet of yellow sign vinyl. I'm not sure what I'd want to do with yellow sign vinyl, but I decided to take it with me in case I think of something.
Coming in here from Queen's Lane, as I passed the dumpster out there, a guy's voice said, "Have a nice night and stay safe". A bum, evidently, and I showed no sign of having heard. Sure enough, there was a shopping cart piled high with junk sitting in the parking lot in an ideal spot to get hit by a car coming in because that's just the kind of thing bums do. He'd probably left it there while he checked the dumpster there which is again kind of dumb because it's just wood scraps and maybe some junk from the lunch truck like a few bottles/cans and maybe some bread crusts but that dumpster's also tall and hard to even look into. You have to lean a pallet against it as a ladder to peek in.
For no reason at all, here's Aric Leavitt and his latest banjer. He sings folk music and learned originally from one of the Grateful Dead who taught guitar and banjo. I don't particularly care for his style of music but apparently it's the real thing. And he can keep up singing and playing for hours on end. That kind of endurance is an inspiration to me.
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