I was in the middle of a weird and kind of fun dream. I was living in an apartment complex and a cop, black as his uniform, knocked on my door and said he was looking for someone shooting a BB gun around the area and could I help him find them? I said Sure and got out some safety glasses with a sort of scuff on them, and the cop and I walked down to this grassy area where some people with an RV or something had ... some air guns. And high end ones too. Pardinis, Feinwerkbau's etc. So we were all talking about neat air guns when the real knock happened.
It was a delivery driver with a big truck. I signed for the two things, and told the guy "Well, it's not raining now, so just unload them in front here and I'll wrestle them inside. I cut the strapped-down one free and took the smaller, lighter one out of its box and the guy helpfully took the pallet and strap and cardboard away. It's funny, he was even a black guy, although not super black like the friendly cop in my dream.
I got the big heavy thing unpacked and boxed up the padding in the box it came in, took all identifying labels off, and put that box out front. I'll do something with it, like stick it out in the trash enclosure for now, once it's dark.
Of course the delivery guy probably knew I was sleeping in here but I'm sure he's seen weirder things.
The thought that it doesn't matter if *I* am inventing great things or accomplishing great things as long as *someone* is, seems to be quite freeing. My oldest sister isn't writing the Great American Novel that I know of, and the youngest isn't in show business, and they seem to be quite happy with that. The sister just younger than myself isn't striving to be The Greatest Carved Candle Maker that I know of, and my older brother's had no greater aspirations than to just live a quiet life.
And when you try hard for something it's often just not possible. My becoming an Olympian was not at all out of the question performance-wise. But not having the money to pay bribes and not being willing to to play dirty tricks on my team-mates canceled that. And seeing some of the people who did become Olympians showed me that it's no mark of character.
And Dr. Allison, of the Blue Cross Animal Hospital ... the last time I saw him he was like he'd shrunk. He had to wear gloves all the time due to developing an allergy to some chemical there in the animal hospital, and I felt like putting my hands on my hips, swaggering and saying to him, "Well, how's all that hard work worked out for you?" Animals are at least smart enough to avoid hard work when they can.
I did some exercising on the Voldyne last night but didn't play the shakuhachi even though the Tru-Oil I put on it had dried.
Jumping out of bed and wrestling a heavy box probably didn't help, but my back on the side I injured is killing me. I actually rode downtown and went to CVS thinking that since they have all kinds of braces for knees and such, and there are so many people working from home and on their computers a lot, they'd have at least one type of those back brace things for improving one's posture. Because I think my back's not getting better because of my bad posture. But nope! I got chased by a running zombie on my way to CVS and nope nothing.
I did get a nice copy of Hawaii by James Mitchener from one of the little free libraries though. And picked up sake, eggs, an unagi bento and a beer at Nijiya. And it was nice outside - grey and windy but refreshing.
I was just finishing my eel bento when Ken called. He was at the storage unit and would be over "shortly". I poured the rest of the beer in my cup that has a screw-on lid, and put it in the fridge, finished the last of the bento and chewed some gum, and pretty soon here was Ken.
Ken had a few boxes and was mainly over to "neaten up". He re-organized and cleared a lot of areas in the warehouse and I also did some Tetris type stuff of my own, finding places for the stack of large instruments I'd recently listed. Then while Ken puttered, I did a load of laundry. All in all it was a rather nice, productive, visit. I told Ken about my back/shoulder problems and my trying to get one of those braces too, so he'd know why I've been trying to avoid some of the heavy lifting that needs doing around here.
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