Golf carts gone

Last night I listed 10 things on Ebay last night, but started a load of laundry, did the final painting on the bookshelf and its shelves which means tonight I can put it up, freeing up a ton of painted floor space. 

I woke up around 4, and finally, at a quarter to six, allowed myself a look outside and the golf carts are gone. Various bums were going around, so either whoever owns them got them inside and safe somewhere, or the bums got 'em. 

Ken called me today and said he got some kind of cold or something in Reno, and will come in tomorrow or Friday. I said he might want to make it quick, not a lot of sitting and talking, because  I don't want to catch it. But I'm thinking, we could hang around outside so if he's up for that (maybe with a hot cup of tea or two) that would be pretty safe. 

It's been cooling off at night but of course it's always 15 or 20 degrees warmer in here. I was explaining to Tom how traditional houses are in Hawaii, with lots of air flow. You'll never get cold, so the idea is to have air flow, or you end up with an oven. Come to think of it, my place in Waikiki had windows facing Manoa Valley, and wind from there would sweep right through my place if I opened the louvered windows on that side and opened my patio door. It was great! My Newport Beach place was like that too. I had a neighbor who cooked some kind of mackerel or something, I called it "fish warfare" and I'd open the front door and the patio door and the wind would whoosh the smell away in a minute or two. 

But this place is a closed box, and real cooling off requires opening the roll-up door and as I've found, that's not safe to do. 

Since I was all out of nuts (but not out of coffee!) I scrambled a couple of eggs with chives in them and ate that and had coffee, and packed a few packages that needed to go. My trip was pretty uneventful except I must have inhaled just a little hair off of one of those awful tree seeds that are all over, and had to have a terrible coughing fit. I pulled over by the 880 bridge and coughed and spat and got out the small bottle of Listerine I'd bought for just this reason, and was able to gargle enough of it to wash whatever it was away and calm my throat down a bit. It's the original kind so it contains not only ethyl or "drinking" alcohol but something called thymol, something else call methyl salycylate, and I guess whatever gives it that yellowish color. My point being it's not just the alcohol helping my throat but the other stuff too. 

I found lots of odds and ends on the way home, not just shipping stuff but weird stuff from the bountiful dumpster including some anti-seizure medicine I put out for the bums so there will be one, maybe more, really calm bum out there once one of them picks it up.