91st day sober. Last night I got all wound up in watching movies, one British one supposedly with that Postlthwaite guy in it but I didn't see him, good movie otherwise. The problem was, it was the kind of movie that uses long near-silences and the British being the mush-mouthed lot they are, plus the volume being low like some YouTube videos are, I could watch or practice but not both.
The next one I watched, while practicing during most of it, was some B-grade movie about, like the first one, some sort of epidemic that breaks out. Yep, I was a on a "movies that predict covid" thing last night. I didn't go to bed until past 9AM.
I was up at about 3:30, though. I made up bags of various medicines I have tons of little packets of, to drop off in the little free libraries, and did that on my way to Whole Foods. I had a rather nice dinner, "white fish" and a "chicken leg" plus veggies, and of course my customary can of coffee. The "chicken leg" I think was a deboned thigh, but had somehow had tons of batter packed in so while it was large it was probably about 50% batter. I'm reminded of an old National Lampoon joke ad for a fish restaurant's "batter platter"...
I got started playing at 7, and it actually went pretty well. My first tip was a $20, and a couple of $5's followed. I floundered through Ave Maria and that actually brought a $10. I really got a nice amount of tips in a sort of burst from say 7-7:40 or so. Since all I'd needed to make my goal of $100 for the weekend was about $18, I'd made enough with the first tip. But I'd stay an hour, I told myself.
But it started to drag from 7:45 on, as it started getting dark. I heard a lady mutter "Music, music" as she neared me on the sidwalk, and she came up to tell me how great it was that I'm playing music. This particular mental case had too much jewelry on and no concept of interpersonal space. I tried playing loud things to drive her off to no avail. She told me she was going to go in and get some cash to give to me, and I urged her to go do that before they close ...
I played a bit more, until about 8:15 or 8:20, and finally decided the tip I was waiting for from the crazy lady would be about as real as the voices in her head, and packed up to leave. I went into Whole Foods to buy some broccoli, an onion, and some Brazil nuts, and took off.
I rolled through San Pedro Square on my way back and no one was performing there. Leroy may have come and gone.
I stopped for some O'Doul's on my way back and the ride home was no problem at all. Sure I hear the zombies rattling around in the bushes under the bridge and such places, but at least they're not right out on the sidewalk or road looking for people to ambush. No more 1st street route for me.
I got back here and counted up and had made $49, not bad for a bit over an hour. That makes a bit over $130 for the weekend. If I can do that back in good old Waikiki, even if it's over say 5 days instead of 3, that will keep me in Spam musubi etc for the week.
While I was sitting at my desk here I kept seeing movement out of the corner of my eye and thought it might be one of the crickets that have been around lately, but I found myself looking down at the cutest little face ... a mouse. So I baited up a trap with some marshmallow fluff and it took less than five minutes to take care of that problem. Back at the old building, at one time I decided not to kill moths because they're actually kind of pretty. The end result was moths everywhere. So I'd had to come down hard on them. Same goes for cute little mousies.
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