Ken didn't some by last night. I'd put things away, cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed the office, and gotten everything ready for him to come by. When he didn't, I called him. "You forgot," he said, "I'm in Reno". He said he'll try to come by on Monday. I didn't forget; he'd said he'd come by Monday and it was a matter of which Monday. When he didn't come by last Monday, I figured he'd come by Tuesday or Wednesday. But it'll be next Monday. That's actually good because I'll be tons further along on the loft.
I listed 10 things and actually pretty good ones, on Ebay, and put the first coat of paint on the next strip of floor and railing in the loft. It gets like a paint-drying oven in there during the day.
I also messed around on the shinobue a bit, and can get the lowest note on it now. That's a challenge. I want to go ahead and order the Mejiro one but I want to get some progress done on this plastic cheapie first, before I spend almost $200 between it and shipping, on a better one.
I didn't get that much sleep but I did get up in time to get out of here at about 20 after three. I waved as I rode by the bank and I'll find out next week if they saw me.
I went around and did the same sort of things I'd do on a payday, including learning that if I get 4 beef meatballs and a near-beer at Whole Foods, it only comes to $6-something and will hold me for hours.
While eating downstairs, I noticed a perfectly normal-looking lady, who might work in an office and is almost certainly someone's mom, digging cans out of the recycle trash can. So I dug out $2 and gave it to her, "Here's like 40 cans" and she said "Thank you". This is an example of the majority of the homeless and/or struggling, who don't look or smell are act (she said "Thank you") what we see as "homeless". This is most of us.
If I ended up "street" well, first Tom's said "We'll always have a cot for you" so there's that. Plus I'd get a storage unit and it'd be a crash program in busking. The storage unit would be big enough to store a couple of bikes, a bike trailer, and my other stuff. This is actually good because the bigger ones are easier to get, and still don't cost that much. $250 a month gets a huge one. And it would be right across from Tom's because I've used that place off and on for years now.
I'd work right away on rigging up a shower for Tom and myself. I've thought up some ideas. I had a great setup in Gilroy. I'd built a deck for my little trailer, had a fence with grape vines on it and besides, there was no one around to see me showering outside. I got a dark-green hose and hung one of those hose-holders on the fence, and had a sprayer nozzle on the end of the hose. The sun heated the water in the hose and it came out HOT, hence a fine spray was great. A system at Tom's would be gravity-feed and it would still be thrifty on water because there's no running water there and you have to steal water from one of the taps on buildings - my favorite being right next door. So we'd not want to use more than a couple of gallons for a shower.
After picking up bubble mailers at the Amazon place I want to Nijiya for a few things and Blondie was there - he's still working on Dune and hasn't started on Pau Hana yet.
I realized that I was out of clean T-shirts, but still need to get more of the loft painted before I can do laundry. So I am very "inspired" to get it done. But I'll be able to do laundry this weekend because tonight I'll put a 2nd coat on what I did last night, and then my laundry area will be clear enough to set out my drip pan etc.
I rode out to Willow Glen which is an interesting area to explore. It was something called "Ladies' Night Out" I overheard, and got to look around in one of the thrift stores. There were musicians out, and there seemed to be more foot traffic than usual. I went into the CVS there and got some "exam gloves" because I'd used up the little box of 4 pairs that I'd bought for $2 at Walmart. That paint really sticks, and gloves are the only way to go. I remember when I was a kid, helping my mom paint; we'd just pour some paint thinner into a can (paint was all oil-base in those days) and we'd scrub down with it. Mom also used gasoline to kill weeds ... those were very different days.
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