227th day sober. Ken came by - surprise! - last night and hey, I got my check. He was there to pick up a huge transformer I didn't realize he'd put in here, I thought he was carrying it around in his truck. I helped, and this 2/3 size plastic pallet I'd picked up a while back turned out to be super useful. So he got that into the back of his truck and then we had our tea and BS session, and he took off. By the time the dust had settled it was 1AM and I put in some time taking some stuff apart and putting the parts out for the bums.
I packed some things that *have* to go, plus I packed up the violin and put in for a return and refund from Amazon. Why am I doing this? I got a pain in my shoulder from playing the thing and the stupid pain isn't going anyway quickly either. I didn't get a pain from playing violin years ago, like ... in 2007. But I do now.
Night before last I watched "No More Wunderkind" about Sergei Nakariakov for the umpteenth time. But I'd not watched it for a while. And when I last watched it I was still a drinker so, watching it now there's a lot I picked up on that had kind of slid by before. He and his family had actually left the USSR when he was 14, for Israel due to at least his mother and thus him, being Jewish. His first album was at age 15. He's 44 now. He was originally supposed to be a piano player but his playing was "uninspired" and he was already interested in the trumpet and playing around on one (his father's a tubist) so a car accident gave the perfect excuse to drop the piano and do trumpet seriously - in his case very seriously. But I noticed something new in the documentary. Sergei's hands are really no bigger than mine - which does not bode well at all for piano or violin. So there's another reason, that's not talked about because I guess no guys like being told they have small hands - except the ex-president of course; he loves that.
So the violin will be outta here. And, I've stayed up all night because the rain's supposed to go from 30% to 100% by .... evening? Late afternoon?
I left here around 9AM with the packages, rode up Rogers Avenue and stopped at a lunch truck and got two chicken skewers for $5, and stopped at Tom's to eat because he's got a table and chair outside and Tom was out, unloading wood from his truck or something. He offered me coffee which I declined, and we talked while he had a couple mugs of coffee and I ate my chicken.
He's still messing around with wood which might be paying him $20 a week, while urging me to play trumpet at Christmas In The Park (which I might do) but he doesn't seem inclined to play trumpet himself. I've told him that since he was playing in band in high school he could likely be playing as well or better than me in no time, and to just play a bit while watching TV each night. I think he's just too scatterbrained plus I think he's a heavy drinker he's just hiding it well, like I did. I only see him drinking standard cans of light beer but I'm pretty sure he's drinking to blackout on cheap E&J brandy each night.
I continued on to the post office, dropped off packages there, then back to FedEx to drop off a box there, then to UPS with one customer package and the violin. I'm glad I have so many of those clear page protectors because I'd printed out the QR code for them to scan at the UPS and got my receipt for the violin, but I guess I left the sheet with the QR code, in a page protector, there.
On the way back I hunted for more lunch trucks and only found one (it was about 10AM now) tucked away in a company parking lot and went in there and got a plate of spaghetti and meatballs for $6. I came back here and ate my spaghetti and went right to bed.
11AM to 7 gives me 8 hours of sleep and I actually woke up around 8. It was sure a load off of my mind having my deliveries all done. Two of the customers (the UPS and FedEx packages) were antsy to get their things which was another reason to get the packages out early in the day.
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