88th day sober. I woke up around 3, had been up past 6AM of course, and had some some practice although it was not the most satisfying practice.
I got up, packed stuff, and packed a "care package" of falafal mix, noodle "kits" I decided I'm not going to eat any more, almond butter and truffle oil, some fresh ginger, etc. and went by Tom's place to check on him. He was OK, and I handed him the package, telling him the noodles need to be refrigerated. I told him about how he'd been really knocked out yesterday, and how I'd closed the place up etc.
His wife was there, and I suggested I get gyros for all of us on my return leg of my post office run. They gave me $30 and off I went. The post office run was no problem and I got the gyros plus yoghurt drinks for us, and went back over there.
We had a great time eating and talking, and his wife remembered me from the time, years ago now, when I'd taken her around shopping for steaks and so on to grill, at the Gilroy place. We talked about Hawaii, and Iceland, and the weirdness of Silicon Valley, where it seems the culture is just to work and sleep. And a bunch of other things too.
Eventually it was time for her to go back to Castro Valley where she lives, and she called an Uber to take her to the Milpitas BART. It was only $4-something, not bad. I took off to check the emergency kit place but their dumpster wasn't even out, so I stopped at the storage unit to see if we had more of some big filters I'd just sold some of, because I'm pretty sure the buyer would be interested in more. But instead I found a lot of stuff like seals and pressure gauges and so on, and got that stuff loaded onto the bike trailer.
I was back here, sorting out stuff to list tomorrow, when Ken came by. He had tons of stuff they were throwing away at his day job, so we got that stuff unloaded and put in here, and Ken went through tubes and tubes of IC's, keeping some and most of them, putting in a box to sell. I got him a long box to fit them in, and then a 2nd long box. I'd moved the one long box over and put the new one in its place so Ken could keep sorting without missing a beat, and he just kept on sorting, then I noticed I'd stepped on something. It was his glasses, and I'd wrecked them. I'd not expected to find his glasses on the truck tailgate, on which they were just about invisible. And I guess Ken hadn't remembered they were there either. Who needs the school bully to sweep your glasses onto the ground and step on them when you've got me around?
Ken said he'd been planning to get new ones and "just hadn't done it yet" and I asked if he'd be able to drive OK and he said he had some spares and didn't seem too upset. I told him how I actually needed new glasses too, and how they're not cheap for me, and I've been putting it off because I can see just fine for bicycle riding. (I used to always keep some spares in my car when I had a car.)
When he was done sorting IC's I offered him some lime water with ice but he said he was going to get going, so that was the excitement for today.
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