I woke up and the internet was down because of course it was. After some messing around (it seemed the neighbors' internet hotspots were all down too) I restarted my computer and it was back up.
I packed the few things I could find easily, had already found and picked out boxes for, etc. and headed out. When I got to the post office I put the few small things in the chute, which is my normal practice. Although I was sure it wouldn't jam, my method is to put the small things like padded envelopes etc in first so if it jams, those things are safely inside. Then I can always put the larger things on the counter and their being larger means they're less likely to get lost. The chute jammed, of course, and I felt really smart as I took the one large box to the counter.
I picked up some veggies at the dumpster behind H Mart and two packages of Korean cold noodles. So I headed right over to Tom's to give him one of the packages of noodles and some of the veggies, and we hung out and talked for a bit. He's repainting the front of his building, brick red. I asked him if, out of the cans of paint and stuff I gave him, if he's not going to use the gallon of grey paint, if I could have it back. But it doesn't seem the can I thought was grey, was in fact grey. The one I thought was it was white. But he handed me a small quart bottle of some paint that now that I think about it, I'd gotten mixed to match the paint on the front door here. So I guess I'm going to paint the front door this weekend.
Tom and I hung out for a while, talking about this and that. He said, if I'm so antsy to get back to Hawaii, why not leave now? I said, unfortunately, there are a lot of reasons. One is that Ken's been a friend for years and I don't want to leave him in the lurch on short notice. Secondly, I don't want to make a move until I can get Social Security. Thirdly, since I've changed from trumpet to flute I need time to get up to speed on the flute. I need to save up money, too, because I want to be able to take it easy for as long as a year when I get back, Lastly, I said, I won't be allowed to travel until I get my papers in order.
On this last, I said, I'd told myself I'd wait until this covid thing was over. But, I observed, while cases are back up, deaths are down and the medical system should have bounced back by now but it's not; it's gotten worse. And now monkeypox has joined in. Wait times for surgeries are super long now, and doctors and nurses are leaving the field. I've realized, I said to Tom, that things are not going to get "better". This, right now, is "better". Things are just going to get worse and worse. And it may take me a year or more to get my papers in order and thus I need to get working on it now. But that's another reason why I'm not leaving for Hawaii right away.
After my visit with Tom I got back here and dropped things off, then went back out to the bountiful dumpster where I found one good thing, and a lot of cans and packages of food someone was dropping off. So I gathered some of that to donate. I'm only keeping a little can of peppers and a jar of other peppers for myself.
When I'd gotten going today, someone has parked three golf carts in the parking lot, neatly in spaces, across from the shop. When I came in, there was a guy in a bum pickup truck (you can tell it's a bum truck because there were different colors of doors and body panels on it, obviously used for scavenging) and the guy asked me if they were mine or something and I said No, I don't know anything. And I really don't. So now the bum truck's been left parked in such a way as to keep anyone else from driving or towing any of the carts off, while its driver I guess, makes arrangements.
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