Ken didn't show up last night, and I got 15 things all ready to list which sounds simple but in reality to come up with the last few things I had to do some digging around and researching (whether the things I found are worth it) and then digging into a big box of circuit boards and taking off the transformers and a bunch of chips that were in sockets. That took a while.
I put the box of now-depleted circuit boards out for the bums and it disappeared after a short while.
I was up into the early morning as per usual and the guys next door put out tons of office trash cans with lids, and some furniture. I went out to have a look and one piece of furniture intrigued me, a little rolling table with a lower level, but it was sticky like it had been used in food service and I'd want to refinish it, and replace the ugly gold plated casters as well. I thought about how much roomier the loft is with less stuff in it, and decided Nah.
I actually felt like I might be catching a small bug, like my throat felt a little scratchy. I practiced anyway, but didn't feel tip-top, and probably got about a half-hour's honest practice in. But I *did* practice, which is the important part. I've been having fun doing the exercises and then doing them again an octave up. That's trickier and it's a good feeling when I get a nice pure tone an octave up.
I slept in until almost 4, waking up from a weird dream about trying to vote. It wasn't too hot, and I made some coffee and got my day going.
My plan was to go to H Mart and get some pork, an onion, celery, and a can of red curry paste. It ended up going beyond the $15 or so I intended to spend, though, because spicy peanuts were at a good price and I found they had Iguacu instant coffee, the original kind in the can, and I got the 3 cans they had left. And they also had little boxes of the treat that I can't stop laughing about, "Coque de Asse". The little boxes were only $1.50 so why not.
On my way out I checked the organic dumpster and got 2 young coconuts and 2 Korean melons for Tom and one young coconut and some turmeric roots for myself, and took off.
I stopped at Tom's to deliver his stuff and we hung out and talked for a long time. Tom told me the latest from the rural place is, one of the freeloaders yelled at another of the freeloaders, who walked her dog by the first freeloader's place. Said he'd shoot the dog if she walked it by his place again. So now the owner is in the process of formal eviction of the jumpy guy. I said that's odd because one guy there (who's since hanged himself, which I find hilarious) threatened to stab me because I sneezed, and somehow that was OK, so there's reason 2349742395749239431 why I left.
Plus the owner used to make really decent money doing environmental testing but now his testing income is dropped down to nearly zero. When I lived there, his income was far in excess of his actual needs and things were pretty jolly. We ate a lot of steak. Money was just not an issue. But now, the guy's got about 10 freeloaders living there, and Tom and I ran down what they're probably costing the guy. In my own case, I used the owner's electricity but it was probably $20 a month worth or less and the owner and I agreed it was a small expense not worth fussing over. I paid for my propane and Coleman gas etc. But if he's got people using electricity for cooking and heat and big TVs and so on, with the way the cost of electricity has gone up, that's got to be bad.
Tom says the owner figures he's just going to make a living now from ... inventions. I said one possible way to scare up a living is to write how-to books and publish them on Amazon. It's about $100 to get an ISBN number, and the idea is to write a lot of them. But a small stream of money, perhaps even a medium-sized one, is possible and it's a thing I've considered myself. But who are we fooling? The owner of the Gilroy place is really good at talking about ideas, and not too great at actually pulling them off.
Tom also told me how a zombess who's one of the denizens of Crack Alley here, stole some copper or something from another zombie and got hit on the head with a pipe for her trouble. Is going around with a big bandage now. Those creatures are always up to these antics.
By now it had been fully dark for a while so I rode home. I got a few peppers on the way home from the veggie dumpster, and got back here. There were a couple of bums on bikes hanging around the dumpster enclosure and one of them even said something to me in Bum, which I don't understand. I just kept my "explainer" in my hand and got myself and the bike inside here and closed the place up. The bums hung around a bit longer and then rode off.
I kind of expected to see Ken here when I got back but I guess I'll see him on a weeknight.
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