I practiced last night, over an hour and through page 14 in the Wye book. Mr. Wye seems very intent on his students' learning different meters and rhythms right off. It's not like your typical band book where everything's 4/4 until at least halfway through.
I went to bed and told myself I could sleep all I want since it's the weekend. I woke up at about 5. I wanted to go downtown so I had coffee and nuts and vitamins and headed out.
First I stopped at Nijiya to pick up some "Black Black" gum. I've been buying this online where it comes in a little bottle of sugar coated pieces. But I'd read online that the stuff that comes in sticks is the "real" stuff so I tried that and I do like it more. So I got a couple little packs of that.
Then I went over to Dai Thanh and got some coffee and veggies, then for some reason decided I was going to ride along San Carlos and go up Race Street to the used book store but I realized that takes me 'way out of my way so I came back around going past the Poor House Bistro which is a huge tent now, to the Alameda and to the book store. I found Chris Hedges' third book, "Losing Moses On The Freeway" and a book of "Easy Classics For Flute" so I got that too.
Then I went to Whole Foods and picked out some broccoli and meatballs to eat, and went upstairs. I was going to ask the bartender about their near beer but he was a step ahead of me with one all ready to pour into a glass. (I think these guys have "stats" of how many drinks they've sold, that they want to keep up.) So that was nice. I remarked that "It sure is busy" (because it was very, very much not) and he said "More like dead" and "I blame the wind". In true End Times fashion, it was really windy.
I ate and then went back in for some shopping, loading up for the week. When I left it was starting to get cold and the wind made things such that it was no surprise that even today, a Saturday, there were no petition-gatherers or beggars or the usual types who hang around by the bike racks. Nor were there many customers to bother. In fact, it was dead all around downtown and might as well have been Monday night except for the cops maybe, and they seemed to be everywhere and I heard lots of sirens.
The ride home was a long slow slog due to the wind and I kept sneezing, probably due to all the pollen that must be in the hazy, yellowish air.
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