I not only washed the circuit boards last night (they were coated with dirt!) but washed my fan also, and got parts organized to list but did not list them.
Upstairs, I secured my "new" shelves which now hold banker's boxes with clothing, to the pipe on the wall so at least a small earthquake won't cause it to immediately fall over. Also secured the bookshelf, using some little brackets we've got 1000s of, which turn out to be so perfect it will be fun showing Ken how I used them.
It's funny that I have the place so clean and the bathroom floor waxed and all that, and Ken didn't even come in, for good reason, due to his cold or whatever it was.
I also futzed around putting a couple of shelves in the book case. There are these little clips that click into holes, then the shelf goes on top. With the paint job, that bookshelf looks tons better.
I played around on the shinobue a bit more, working on what is really going on when I switch from low to high octave. I guess it takes years to develop a really good embouchure on the flute and that's what I want to emphasize. Fingering is important also, but with all the typing I do my fingers are pretty fast and although my hands are small overall, I have wide palms and really good finger independence including pinkies so I'll be all right in that area. The main thing is embouchure, because it's good tone that really grabs people. Good tone also makes it a lot more fun to play.
I went to bed at about 7AM and woke up around 3, decided to "rest my eyes" and woke up again at 5:30. I guess I needed the sleep.
Last night, on YouTube, I'd seen a news article from good old Waikiki about a scuffle at a 7-11 there where one guy produced a sword and cut the other guy's hand off. Now, checking Reddit, it seems the sword-wielder was a 7-11 employee and I'm just about 99.9% certain the cause of the scuffle was that the victim was suspected of theft.
So, Waikiki 7-11's practice Sharia law. U steal U get your hand cut off.
Reddit also filled me in that there are tons of fights at the "laundry mat" nearby. Although if I use a laundromat back home I'm not likely to use that exact one and most are peaceful. I actually kind of like my hand-washing technique and in Hawaii I'd have less clothes to have to wash (there's no summer and winter wardrobe there) and I really like the "not spending quarters" and "not being around weirdos" aspects of it.
I headed out of here at about 7:30. First stop was to drop off two bags of trash at a street trash can. Next I put 7, 1-lb bags of rice I'd bagged up last night, into the little free library in Japantown. Next a can of hot chipotle peppers and a jar of jalapeno slices went into the one on 6th, further down. Then, lastly, two jars of pipe tobacco I'd saved long ago, and a prescription bottle of some kind of pain killers I'd found, went into the one by the "Peace And Justice" center on 7th because there are tons of bums down there and bums likes those sorts of things.
I rode over to Wal-Mart and got two six packs of diet 7-Up for 2.88 each, a can of corned beef for just under $6, and 4 cans of tuna in "extra virgin olive oil" and "lemon dill flavor" for just under $2 each. This was perfect, I figured, as it would come just under the $20 bill I had in my wallet. It turned out to come to over that, because of the CRV charge on the soda, so I put one can of tuna back - maybe I won't like that flavor anyway.
I noticed when I went out to load up the bike, some yelling up on the corner and a police car go by. So I rode right out to the street to get a look at what was going on. What was going on was, a MAGA type guy right out of Central Casting had apparently decided the traffic light was "liberal" and had knocked it down. Of course his car was smashed up now, the guy probably had alcohol in his blood, yadda yadda but he sure showed that light a thing or two. I say MAGA type guy because he was overweight, Caucasian, wearing a T-shirt, bearded, and had a demeanor like, "How dare you arrest me, didn't you see that light shine red? Red is the color of Communism".
So I had about $1.40 left, and rode home thinking about going this and that place where they might have some thing that was $1 or so. San Jose is too small a town to support a McDonald's so something off the $1.25 menu was out. Both 7-11s have too many zombies around for me to feel safe going to them.
It was dead, dead, dead downtown but from the sirens I heard and lights I saw, it was not dead for crazies/criminals. I rode to Japantown and JT's had these little "macaroons" for $1 so I got a pistachio one of those. It didn't taste like pistachio at all, just sweetness. After eating that I headed back here. Along 10th there was a skinny zombie with a road bike, messing around with and then dragging a shopping cart alongside. I was sure to speed up as the nasty thing could catch me on a road bike, but fortunately the undead really treasure their shopping carts and that slows 'em right down.
I actually had to get past another one, a zombie with a road-ish bike and some kind of shopping cart contraption, on Old Bayshore. As the nasty thing got going I rode as fast as I could past it, then ducked into the armored car place and squeaked back in here from there.
So that was my day out. I can stay in tomorrow.
Actually, I should mention that before heading out, I took the sprayer I'd found some weeks ago and decided to use it to spray down the area by the front door. The tip was plugged, and the part that screwed over the calibrated plug with just the right size hole in it was missing. So I just took one of those rubber things used to protect the ends of things and jammed it on there and pierced a hole in the end and it works fine now. And on my way back in today, I found a neat Rubbermaid step-stool that goes higher than the ones we have, that just had the "handle" part at the top broken. I just took some bamboo chopsticks I had, long ones for cooking that I've never used, and stuck them in there, then covered the clumsy clear tape wrapped around it with neat red electrical tape. It's super light, and being Rubbermaid means it's not junk. And I'm not that heavy so it's perfect for me. I'll show it off to Ken, and tell him he can take one of the ones we already have here, home.
I'll reiterate that in the year 2000 I had a car, in 2010 I had a motorcycle, in 2020 I had a bike, and if I make it to 2030 I'll feel pretty good if I have a decent pair of shoes - this last being one of many reasons to move back to Hawaii, as shoes are not nearly so important there. But I figure I'll always be able to fix things and invent ways to fix things and do things.
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