Up at 2 because I went to bed at 6AM. I'd listed 10 ebay things, packed/staged a bunch of stuff, eaten that huge curry dinner and then had a salad I made later, and I had not much cravings for alcohol. Even at bed time, I had about half what I had the night before, and tonight I might have one small cup of sake at bed time and that will be that. My sleep was not great as it was not very deep, but plenty of interesting dreams.
I'd gotten a good practice in, too. It's a whole different way of breathing than trumpet playing requires and it took me years to develop *that*. This way of breathing is far healthier and just the breathing training is worth it. Come to think of it, it took me quite a while to not sound awful on trumpet, and at least I can say I don't sound awful on the shakuhachi, just very "beginner". And that's OK. Some instructors, in fact, will have their students play nothing but Ro for the first year. But that's been called un-necessary gatekeeping.
I'm just so happy to have my taxes done and have it "down" how to file my 2020's using the good old 1040 form and schedules. I'll get to bug Ken about getting my 1099 when he comes by tonight and as soon as I get it I'll file those, to show the IRS I'm a good egg after all. And I feel pretty good about my savings rate. Even with drinking and buying stuff, some of which I probably don't need, I managed to save up 6 grand in about a year. I've never done that before except one period early in my own Ebay career, when my income was increasing so fast that I ended up with 5 grand in the bank before I knew it. At the time I felt nervous, like I'd better spend it. And I sure did. But I'm finally more like the person I want to be, who likes to save.
I went out and delivered my 25 packages, and got chicken wings on the way back. It was in the 80s out there, and I'm really glad today was my last day in "winter uniform" and tomorrow being April 1st, I get to change to "summer uniform" which means shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. Getting the chicken wings was fun because there in Grill-'Em I got talking with a Hispanic guy, first about whether the wings are good, then we got onto discussing politics and we both agreed that people moving from educated places like California to "red" states and turning them "blue" is a very good thing and it's actually happening. How we need more Socialism etc. There was an old white guy sitting nearby not even looking our way but he could hear every word and I bet it really pissed him off.
I came back here and ate my chicken - I think the Mexicans who do the real work like me because chicken wings are usually evenly divided between the smaller "flats" and the larger "drums". I actually prefer "flats" but I got maybe 2 "flats" and the rest were "drums' so it was almost more than I could eat.
After a bit of a rest-up gave myself a hair cut, did a full body scrub-down bath, and started the hot soapy water for my towel, which stunk, and my orange jacket which for some reason is not supposed to washed with fabric softener.
Then Ken came by, bringing a bunch of stuff of course, and I helped him with that, and I got my pay check, and we hung out and talked about stuff, and when he'd left I got to work taking all the goodies out of this big electrical enclosure he'd brought by - he'll probably use the enclosure out at his place in Patterson. It's not really his it's the rocket club's but he keeps being voted in as president and I think he's a majority stock holder or share holder or whatever it is in the rocket club. So he's got this 250-acre place with a stream and some buildings and a handful of people living out there. He even offered to let me live out there in the crash of 08. So he often does electrical work out there.
That done, I was too tired to list anything so I just sorted out a batch of things to list next, and some more stuff in the batch after that.
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