I've injured that area before, once carrying an aquarium partially full of water up the hill leading from where I lived up into Kaimuki, once doing some crazy lifting I forget exactly what, once by being in a car accident, and now from cranking so hard on those wrenches removing those 30 level sensors, all because we get about $25 for them.
Ken came by and brought all those boxes and I had to put them somewhere so I put them in a place in the warehouse where I could forget about them overnight.
I'd finished my dinner, packed that one large thing I had left with about 10 minutes to spare before it was "overdue" and then decided I'd do no work after midnight so I settled down, did 20 breaths on the Voldyne and some shakuhachi practice, and watched dumb stuff on YouTube.
I'd been drinking very dilute sake during the day. Like one inch in the bottom of my mug and the rest water and ice. Putting up with a little discomfort and looking forward to seeing plenty of sake left over in the morning. I went to sleep at 4AM and woke up at 8AM in pain, got up and treated myself to more straight sake and a couple of aspirin, waited a bit, drank the last bit, and went to bed until 12, waking up, of course, in pain.
I got the packages loaded around 2 and took them up to FedEx, riding the bike with it shifted 1 gear lower. Slow, slow. My favorite lunch truck was out there on Brokaw and I got chicken wings and a can of V-8, and sat and ate at the fountain in front of Fry's. I didn't like the look of the top of the can of V-8 so I saved it for home. The package unloading went OK, each one weighed 35 lbs.
After FedEx I turned on Oakland Road and rode, trailer, safety vest and all, over to Jackson and down Jackson to Nijiya for more sake, eggs, broccoli, and a beer. The guy in front whose name I still don't know but who's a white guy who knows Japanese, asked me as I went out if I knew anything about the shooting. There'd been a shooting in a "basement brothel" under one of the old buildings in Jtown, which all have these large basements. I told him I didn't know any more than he did, and was surprised the place was under Shabu Shack rather than 7 Bamboo, frankly. (When I got home I put a query out on r/sanjose and it was removed immediately. Then I mentioned it on r/aznidentity and we'll see.)
"Well, hasn't tech served us well," I observed. "You're a 'door concierge and I'm a bike messenger - wait, nope, not even up to bike messenger" and he seemed to find that humorous. Who actually knows maybe he's retired and just bored.
I rode over to the park and found a nice tree to lean against and drink my beer. A guy on a yellow bike went by. Presently he went by again and meanwhile the beer just made me want to burp a lot and I wasn't any more comfortable. He went by a 3rd time and said something like "Nice day, gentleman" and I said, "Nice bike" and he rode off across Hedding. This wasn't working out as planned at all. I left half the beer by the electric bike recharge stand and got back on the road. And who do I pass on 10th across from the pot shop but the guy on the yellow bike, who'd just interacted with a gal on a bike. If you sell drugs, you have to be recognizable (yellow bike) and you have to circulate...
I got back here, put things away, did a load of laundry, and filled out my drivers license renewal papers and wrote out a check for $39 ($37 for the license and $2 to promote organ donation) and got that all packaged up, then started finding things I had to pack before midnight. I got most of those found, cooked and ate dinner around 9:30-10, and managed to find the last few things in time and have it all packed by around 11:30. I was going to do some listing but Ken called and told me a delivery is coming tomorrow so I need to be able to get up early if they come by at 9 again. "So I'd better get to bed early!" I sold Ken. So no listing tonight.
Along with all this was some re-arranging of how I store large boxes in the loft, putting almost all of the boxes Ken had brought up there and putting them away, and organizing a pile of papers I had, to find the DMV stuff. And I wonder why my shoulder hurts!
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