39th day sober. It took a half-hour of solid effort to get online and I keep telling Ken we need to be prepared to go back to a newsletter/catalog that's issued monthly by fax machine, orders payable in mailed cash or stamps.
I finally did get on, though, and will have to count on a half-hour a turning the router on and off, doing Windows diagnostic, etc. to start each day.
However, to reward myself, I decided I'd walk out front to the lunch truck and get a plate of food, and although they've always been there at about 3:30 in the afternoon, they were not there. It makes sense: with everyone out of work, who's got money to spend at a lunch truck?
When I got done listing 20 things on Ebay last night, it was about 3AM and I'd eaten some sardines with chopped onions which is a good dish but made my stomach hurt a bit, gas or digestion or something, so I didn't practice. At least I did a bit of reading yesterday and last night and I think I'm on the right track with the Rubank series of trumpet method books, and the Getchell-Hovey etude books, which in fact the mean Mr. Bolvin wanted me to work out of, are highly recommended too.
In the past I'd been working out of the lesser-known Clarke book, Elementary Studies, and I'm sure it's good, but dull. The exercises in the Rubank book are fun.
I'd also looked up what one of my busking heroes, Reginald Conyers, is up to and he's apparently been busking all through this thing. They say a trumpet can spread germs but I might take a trumpet's occasional drips over that fine spray of spit that issues from my more-snaggly-tooth side on low notes on clarinet, and the reed/mouthpiece gets kind of gross too. 6 of one and a half-dozen of the other...
I packed everything that needed to go and got over to the post office and fedex, checked Tom's place on the way over and there was no sign of any tampering. There's a Ring camera installed right on the front door so I hope no one steals it! There was bum asleep on the asphalt up by the corner, but he seemed to be completely passed out.
On the way back I got a gyro from Baba's and ate it sitting on one of the planters/walls at the corner of the mall, that's out of the wind and where in fact I used to eat before I discovered the robot place.
On my way back I checked on the bum since he'd not moved and verified that he was at least breathing. OK fair enough! I got on back here. It's funny, it's been actually cooler than what's the norm and there were pretty clouds in the sky.
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