Last night I had stuff ready to list but I had my headache come on strong and I kept waiting for it to go away and it didn't. I was kind of OK as long as I didn't move, but if I tried to do anything I was reminded that all was not well. So I finally went to bed, I thought 7AM but I think it was more like 6.
I didn't sleep that soundly, and at one point dreamed I was at this place that was actually pretty cool; it was a sort of combination pawn shop and electronics store, that played some kickass classic rock on their radio. Randy Newman had died, and it was this shock to everyone, bigger than when Tom Petty died by far. So I'd been in various places as the news hit, it was a big thing.
I finally woke up at 12:30 and among other things, checked to see how Randy Newman is doing - according to Wikipedia he's an "is" not a "was" so he appears to be alive and well. Whew!
I had coffee and photo'd the ebay things I should have listed last night (I didn't practice either) and left here at about 3. I decided to try the taco truck that parks by the front of the place and a taco was $2.85 so I gave them that in the form of a $1 bill and a bunch of change that I counted out, then dumped the rest, maybe a dollar, into their tip jar.
This resulted in my getting TWO tacos. They're a neat, clean food truck with a nice little table and a smaller stand with horchata and tamarindo drink in big jugs, all very nice. I sat there and ate my tacos with the orange sauce, and man they were good. Maybe the guy gave me two tacos because they're used to seeing me ride by all the time? Or because he thought I was broke? Or both? In any case, it was a nice, if ill-timed, stop.
I say ill-timed because as I was leaving a zombie, I *think* maybe the zombie I've had trouble with off and on for years, who at one time pissed in the mail slot, came by on his bike. And started yelling a bunch of hostile shit along with "Better not try to keep up". I slowed down, and did a little loop to give the damned thing more of a head start, then went on my way, in not too much of a hurry. My loop kept me from seeing which direction the zombie went in so I could only hope it didn't go the same way I was going, and fortunately I was right.
Downtown was just jumping with the damn things. Maybe it's their last chance to stagger around and bother humans before the weather really does cool off.
I went to the post office to drop off a few packages and then to the bank, where I told them I'd lost my debit card somehow, the last time I knew I had it being Friday. No need to tell them that when I burned my "classified" trash last night I'd cut the thing into a big spiral and tossed it in and it had burned up without a trace. So I was telling the truth about my not having it any more.
So I've got a new card with a different number coming, and in the meantime will just operate on cash. I got $100 out and they gave me a new $100 bill.
This isn't something I can break anywhere, so I went over to Dai Thanh and got a bunch of things, spending almost $20 which is a lot there. They didn't blink at the $100 bill.
I swung by the Amazon place for a few bubble mailers because I don't have to be a member of Amazon to do that. Then I went by Nijiya for some eggs but the last half-carton of eggs had a broken one, so I found a few other things to get, and a funny thing happened. A big charter bus had come through and parked up the street and the store was suddenly full of these Japanese people. They were all young, so I don't know if it was a high school junior/senior age school trip, or young new employees of some company, or what. It was pretty hilarious. It seems a lot of shops there are only open Wednesday or Thursday through the weekend now so they could have picked a better day if they wanted to really see Japantown.
As usually happens I found a couple of books that looked interesting on my ride home also, and I just got back here - it was a quarter to 5 and traffic was awful.
I got back here and hitched up the bike trailer to go check on the "bountiful" dumpster. But since I had the trailer, I could use it for something else first. Last night, a zombie had a bike loaded with crap and some kind of thing dragging behind that might have been intended to be a trailer, had gotten into the locked dumpster enclosure somehow and spend hours rummaging around and gotten some stuff out, leaving it outside by the side of the enclosure. I decided to load this stuff up and take it to the FedEx dumpster, so that's what I did.
Then I went to the "bountiful" dumpster and actually found a few interesting things so it was worth it. Also, it being 5 or just a bit after, it was still sunny outside and I thought I might trade off avoiding zombies by being early, at the risk of annoying the owners of the shop the dumpster belongs to. But they were gone for the day. In fact, a lot of places that were open and working until well past normal working hours, were all closed. This is actually good. I can check the "bountiful" dumpster around 5, actually before I do my post office run.
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