32nd day sober. I not only got my Ebay listings done last night but got over an hour's practice, while watching a documentary called "Hollywoodism" which talks about the way, essentially, "Jews made Hollywood". I've watched it a couple of times before, and I guess it emphasizes how the pogrom experiences of the Jewish founders of Hollywood got translated into the dramas of so many Westerns and Hollywood movies in general, right up to the recent "Independence Day". But just as much, shows like "Mayberry, R.F.D." was a Jewish creation, with Mayberry being like one of the little old towns, a schtetl, where everyone knew each other and cared about each other.
I got some squeaks, but I'd say I barely know how to make the proper embouchure at this point and I worked on that. So if I got a squeak, I re-formed my embouchure and most of the time the squeak was then gone. I also had some fun making those really high, piercing notes because they're fun! I did pages 18 and 19 in the book.
I went to sleep about 6AM and had the weirdest dream where I was ripping around all over town on a motorcycle that most closely resembled my old Yamaha SRX-6 but had some aspects of some of the modern re-makes of classic British bikes too - like electric start and a fancy little green neutral light. I was riding around and fell in with some other riders, thinking they'd lead me at least most of the way home, but they were going to Seattle or someplace, and I said in incredulity, "Seattle??" and headed out on my own in the general direction of home.
There were a lot of cool details too but I woke up feeling ashamed, that I spent so much time and energy when I was younger messing around with motorcycles when I could have been learning a musical instrument.
I packed up things that had to go out today and was headed out at 6:20 with my 15 packages. The post office and FedEx drop-offs went fine, and I stopped at Baba's and got a gyro which I ate over at the robot place. I'd just finished when a bum rode up on a bike, said "How's it going?" and I replied "Awright!" as I got my "explainer" out of the bike bag and the lanyard around my wrist. Mr Bike Bum then rode up the grass and over the berm to the bum camp on the river there.
At the time I thought I just happened to be where he was headed from, but whether he'd come along Brokaw or along the road the entrance to the robot place is on, it makes little sense to go into the parking lot and then up the berm, so he must have seen me and thought he might have an opportunity to cause some trouble or rob me, then the "explainer" changed his mind. So (a) never be in that area without the ol' "explainer" handy, and (b) I'll have to find somewhere else to sit and eat a gyro. I'd only started using that as a picnic place because I saw someone else (who had a vehicle) do so, but it's right next to the bum camp on the river, with only a chain-link fence in between and wide open along Brokaw.
I stopped at the emergency kit place and picked up just boxes and boxes of ibuprofen and other OTC medications, which filled the box I had on the bike. Plus a couple of defibrillator things to sell on Ebay, and a few boxes to ship things in.
I got back and started some laundry, finished the iced coffee I'd started drinking before heading out, and started an iced tea for Ken.
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