Friday dry day

 I woke up at around 1:30, and noticed to my surprise that it wasn't raining outside. So I got myself together and packed the two things that had sold, one to go to the post office and one to FedEx, and left here around 11 or a bit after. I didn't even stop for coffee. 

After dropping off trash and the one package at the post office then went to the bank and deposited my check. I was off by a couple of dollars, probably due to fat-fingering something.

I went to Whole Foods and picked out a bottle of B vitamins and tried to pay with the gift card Giovanni had given me. The card had never been initialized. So I just got out cash and paid for the vitamins, that was easy enough. 

Then I picked out some "tandoori" chicken wings and went upstairs and had a pint low-test (4.5%)  beer with 'em. I talked a while with be bartender (it was almost empty up there) and we talked about various things, mainly how horrible politics are becoming in the US. It turns out the guy had lived in San Martin, and I said I'd been in the northern edge of Gilroy, so we felt even more of a kinship - in both of our minds were the same streets and the trees and the wind and the smell of a pepper field growing and the general atmosphere of that area of maybe 10 square miles. The guy had taken bamboo and made a lot of flutes at one time, only one of which ended up being any good. I guess I've known him a few years now and he's followed my "career" with trumpet and always encouraged me. He was also playing some great music up there so it was very pleasant. 

I rode out of there and up to the FedEx place further up The Alameda which I'd actually intended to go to first. That package was an easy drop-off. 

Then as I headed back toward downtown I started to get sprinkled on, and I only stopped at Lee's for some day-old croissants which were $7 for the two bags as it wasn't late in the day enough for the 2-for-one deal. 

Then to the pitter-pat of tiny raindrops on my jacket, I headed to Nijiya. I loaded up there, including a 24-pack of watery beer. The pack is big enough that I've got a trick of cutting the box in half with my pocketknife - generally kept almost sharp enough to shave with - and putting each half in one bag. 

I rode home, pretty loaded up (I'd found a few books to take home too) and expecting to be rained on, but ideally I'd get back in here and *then* it would start raining cats 'n' dogs. But instead it's been dry.