The Big Island of Hawaii has another volcano erupting again, Mauna Loa, a name anyone who's bought those somewhat plasticky tasting chocolate ("chocolate"?) cover macadamia nuts will recognize. (I, myself, growing up as an island kid, like plasticky tasting chocolate.)
I did my practice last night and "Rustic Dance" is starting to sound a bit better. I'm subscribed to a guy on YouTube who simply has recordings he's done of all the exercises in the book, and that's very handy. He doesn't even allow for comments, and seems to have very few viewers. I wonder if he's a flute teacher or Band instructor who put it up for his students?
I woke up around 4:30, and had coffee, black as I always drink it these days, and a couple of vitamin C pills. I got going with my 25 packages at 5;30.
It was cold and windy so I'm glad I brought my gloves. I put 'em on after dumping a bunch of stuff at FedEx's dumpster.
The ride up to the post office was uneventful, but my stomach felt irritated, and then very irritated. I dropped off the packages OK, then rode up to the little Filipino market a mile or so East. I spent $25 buying all sorts of things, because I anticipate not having a chance to go anywhere else before the rain comes in.
Now my stomach was quite irritated but that's OK because I had a plan. I went over to the 7-11 that's just a couple doors down and looked for a little carton or bottle of milk. No luck. So I got a small cup of coffee and put a lot of half and half creamers in it, and that cost me about $2.50 although the guy kept insisting I take a free muffin. I probably should have, but I had some Filipino pastries I'd bought and had planned to have one of those. Something solid plus some milk ought to fix me up, I thought.
There's also a smoke shop there, and a bunch of homies hanging out in front, playing music with the usual "nigga" stuff and something about a Glock 19. Really, I thought, everyone's got one of those now and they ought to rap about having a Sig-Sauer or something. After my milk and pastry I went in and bought some cigarette papers because the Yamaha flute pad papers are a joke. They're made out of some fibrous stuff that's not absorbent at all. The place is ghetto as all hell, and now was full of homies discussing the football game that was on the TV but I knew that if I just went in like I do every day and did my business, no one would care about me.
The milky coffee and roll didn't help, though, and I rode back, stopping at FedEx to drop off the packages that go there, and then making my way back here. Once back here I had some Pepto-Bismol, the other two little pastries with lots of butter, and some tea, to no avail.
It was painful, but I got a big combination order packed that would be "overdue" if I didn't get it packed in the next few hours. Everything else can wait.
On my way back I'd thought a lot about why my stomach might be so irritated, and then I remembered the vitamin C pills. They weren't the big "acerola" chewable ones, nor were they the original type, small and sour but at least they dissolved fast. They're some kind of very hard, oval-shaped ones made to be easy to swallow but look like they take a while to dissolve. And I'd taken them, with black coffee, on an empty stomach. Mystery solved.
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