356th day sober. Like the night before, I practiced last night and ran into trouble, which I should not have, with high notes. I've been doing "free buzzing" where I buzz my lips alone, and I realize now it encourages rolling my lips in too much, hence the trouble with high notes. So I'll stop doing that.
My aunt is still corresponding with me; she's going from a walker to a cane (recently had hip or knee surgery) so she can more ably move around her huge house and around those pesky piles of money heaped about.
I am still amazed how empty the light rail was last night. No one even getting on or off at Gish. That station's right in the druggie, streetwalker, etc zone and there are *always* plenty of sketchy people getting on and off. And since I'd gotten on at the station by Zombie/St. James Park, and the train had been effectively empty, it means no one had gotten on at Santa Clara, another super busy station. It was eerie.
The stores and buildings all empty, many boarded up, I've gotten used to that by now. But the druggies and street ho's being gone, that's a bit unnerving. Like my being the last busker in a city of over a million - it doesn't feel like winning at all, it just feels weird.
I got a late start, waking up at 3, and packed three large things, taking one to the post office (going overseas) and the other two at FedEx. It's windy and cold, in the 50s.
At Samina I found they were throwing out circuit board material, a thing they seem to do only once a year or even once every 2 years. I loaded up a good heavy load and rode back here. As I came into the complex I noticed someone with a truck around the side where I was going to go, and the hindquarters of a dog, maybe a pitbull, visible. So I doubled around before the dog knew I was there and went in a different way. Poorly trained dogs are a thing around here and I'd be asking for trouble, trying to get around a narrow area where, to the dog, I'd be a threat.
I had a can of pate' and some coffee and decided to go back for another load of circuit board material. I want to try selling the stuff on Craig's List but if I can't, it can always go into the Ebay stuff.
So I put on my warmer jacket and went back out there and got another heavy load. And I still have to stash the stuff away upstairs - my back is gonna thank me for this. But I think the stuff's worth having around. Let's say something happens to Ken, now I'll be moving into a storage space and buying a new laptop to use from my bank hotspot or something, and probably establishing myself on Ebay again, on my own. The circuit board material could be a good bread-and-butter item.
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