Up at 4:30. The place still smells from cooking that Beyond Burger and I swear there's a reek on my breath from it too. Febreze only helped a little and I'm glad I keep a bottle of it around. The 2nd Beyond Burger went into the trash, uncooked of course, because I don't even think the birds would eat it.
I was out the door at a quarter after 6, did my drop-offs fine, and found a lot, like 32 or so, of these cool little boxes that are great for 1st-class packages, that the drone place had thrown in their white dumpster that was locked, but the lock didn't hold down both lids. I made some noise grabbing them and throwing them in a pile, then going through each one and taking the little cardboard fillers out and putting those back into the dumpster, then stacking everything neatly in the box on the bike trailer. Someone looked out the door behind the business at what I was doing, but didn't say anything. Now I'll get to see if they lock things up super tight, or less tight because they see that the boxes are being re-used and are appreciated.
I had to veer up into the Telemundo parking lot to avoid a car that did a suspicious U-turn and was a possible threat, and Arnold called out, "Hey, long time no see" so I walked with him while we talked a bit, mainly about homeless people and then I said, "Well, I'd better let you go...." and rode off for here.
The thing with Arnold is that he's nice enough, and it's impressive that he's got a law degree, but he's kind of weird in a way I can't put my finger on.
The Mr. Softee that was 2 doors down has moved to a different location, according to Chuy, the guy on the other side of me who is owner or part-owner of the cleaning company and drives an elderly Saturn station wagon he takes meticulous care of. Lately the cleaning guys have been more friendly. I'll hear "Hi, neighbor!" and I'll find something nice to say like, looking into their shop, "Wow, you guys have a lot of ladders!". I know English fluency is not that much of a thing with that bunch, but I think they like that I'm not your typical stick-up-his-ass Anglo.
I got a tiny bit of paperwork done, though. I filled out the form for "Oseigo" which is "winter time giving" and put that with the $20 money order and got that all together and in an envelope and into the mail. I'm going to send in $30/month membership dues this coming year and they've sent me the little payment book. In normal times, for those with normal budgets, the individual membership is $60/month but Rinban Sakamoto told me that $30 or whatever I feel is fair, is fine. Or nothing, he said, it's all fine.
Not right now, with the virus raging, but as soon as it is practicable I want to get into some volunteering with the temple. Not the choir again because I can't afford to go to the things they go to, but there are lots of other things. Even folding up the newsletters and mundane stuff like that. And by that time, the various ukulele get-togethers might be going again. And good old Ben Yep should still be around and we can work on some funny songs like "Puka Shell Tour Guide".
Dinner was pork on top of vegetables. The pork I got was cutlets for tonkatsu so they're intended to be breaded and fried and then cut, hence the "katsu" but I just cut it up into small pieces for quick stir-frying and weigh it out into 4-oz. portions. It's really good!
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