Up at 3 and out the door at 5. Since the packages I have staged are very few, I decided I'd switch it up and go downtown today instead of tomorrow.
My first stop was Nijiya where I got a bunch of things including some raw tuna, a bento, and a beer. As I'd pulled up and locked the bike I heard a ukulele or ukuleles across the street so I also got a can of "Snowflake" nigori sake to give to the guy. I walked over and the door was locked and it was just him, jamming away. I knocked softly but he didn't break his trance. Then I realized the shop has Hawaii-type louvered windows and there was a little shelf just inside the window, with room so I just put the little can on the shelf there. I hope he likes it; I'd told him it's good.
Then I went over to the Issei center and had my little picnic. It was cold but there wasn't a wind, so it was fairly nice.
Then I went over to Whole Foods and locked the bike. There was a big guy begging there with a sign and playing music on some kind of radio or something. I told he he ought to play some Motown (which is classic boomer music and perfect for begging at a Whole Foods) and suggested he find "The Day Chicago Died" and he fiddled around on his phone and played it, although he radio or whatever had almost no treble.
I went to CVS for vodka - not much left, too - and when I got back to Whole Foods the beggar was gone, so I don't know if someone gave him a big "drop" for having played Motown, or he got told to leave by someone connected with Whole Foods.
I got a bunch of stuff including some kale for green veggies, because I plan to stay in as much as possible this week. And I went out for groceries today because I assume it will be kinda crazy tomorrow and forget about Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving.
I went around to the Amazon hub and got some bubble mailers and a book I'd ordered, "Comments On The Society Of The Spectacle" by Guy Debord. Hm, I'm feeling depressed so I decide to get a book written by a pessimistic French philosopher who killed himself.
There were more zombies out than I thought there would be, lots of helicopter action and a lot of sirens. A couple zombies yelled at me but they were well out of lunging distance - I'm very careful about that - so it wasn't too bad.
I got back and after checking email etc the internet shut down. And stayed shut down. Eventually I got a ladder out and unplugged the internet box, waited a minute or two, then plugged it back in again. It was really filthy up there on top of the equipment rack Ken had put the internet box - just shows the kind of crap I'm breathing, living here. But I fixed the internet so that was good.
I had dinner (beef with broccoli) and got some packages set up and watched too much YouTube. I'm doing some kind of basic voice exercise each night, and it's working. I'd actually sung along with 'The Night Chicago Died" when that bum played it on his crappy boom box and it had sounded pretty good. Maybe that got him a big "drop" because I've seen how a really trained human voice really gets attention.
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