Thank you, Bobby Shew

219th day sober. I packed 17 things last night, then took apart this huge instrument that was a real point-to-point nightmare for some poor sucker to have built. Plus it'd been "monkeyed with" tons, but I got lots of good parts off of it, and put the scraps out for the bums. Meanwhile it rained overnight and we got a good soaking. It seemed to vindicate my decision to not make a post office trip but to stay in and pack things. 

At the end of it all I did my practice and while I've not been perfect with the "wedge breathing" I've been trying to keep it at least in mind and interestingly, my high notes were better at the end of the practice than at the beginning - that's a very new thing. Also at the end of my hour's practice I was playing high notes better than ever - around high C and above I was playing real notes not just squeaks. "Today's squeaks are tomorrow's notes" sure, but now they were actual notes. It was great and I went to bed at around 7AM thinking, "Thank you, Bobby Shew". 

I got going the usual time, about a quarter to 6, did my drop-offs and coming back from the post office and just turning into where I go to the FedEx, I realized I still had a package that was Priority Mail and had to go to the post office. I had to pee really bad, too. I took that one up to the post office and it's lucky I remembered seeing many convenient stands of bushes and trees alongside the (huge) post office building because the need to pee was getting extreme. 

I went back around to the FedEx and dropped off those packages, did my usual route finding boxes and things, and stopped by Tom's to tell him I'd thought of a great idea: Instead of paying me to watch his place, why not put it on Air BnB and get paid? He said that was "too complicated" and then we ended up talking a good long while. We also got talking about his idiotic plans to sell firewood for a pittance, I urged him again to practice a little trumpet while watching TV each day, and when the conversation turned to some windows I'd found him that he's used one of so far, I talked him into giving me a "finder's fee" of $20. 

After leaving his place I checked the dumpsters nearby and scored some fresh broccoli, a piece of cheese, bag of Mozzerella cheese, couple packages of blueberries, and a lb. of "beef for fajitas".  It's a nice feeling ending my outing with more money *and* more food than I'd started with.

So dinner was a half-lb of the beef with a pepper, garlic, onion, and seasonings, and a package of blueberries for dessert.