I stayed up through Thursday night, having stayed in Thursday is being a rain day. I stayed up to pack all the smaller, first-class packages I could, and also got kind of mad at myself for being so lazy and gave myself a much-needed haircut, polished my shoes, and at least worked towards bettering my laundry system.
My hands are a little bit messed up, due to cuts, and all the wringing I do, I'm not sure if all that useful because in the smaller bucket, half of them end up sopping wet anyway. I can't manage building a spin dryer yet, but I've long had the idea of just putting the wet clothes into something that lets the water drain out, in liu of wringing them, and given 10 or 15 minutes, might actually get more water out of them.
I looked around upstairs and found that long ago I'd found two hose clamps that together are long enough to go around a bucket, and found a mesh laundry bag I'd had around here. It was pretty easy to put the bag into the bucket so it hangs about 1/3 of the way down, and fasten it with the hose clamps. I put that away in the bathroom next to the clothes I have soaking, for later.
I left here at about 10AM. Dropped off some trash and some brochures and things, plus some half-finished instant coffee and baker's chocolate in the Japantown little free library. (Funny thing, since I've cut out eating chocolate, "my" headache is hardly a problem.)
Next was the post office where I dropped off the packages. It's sunny and weird and sleepy downtown at 10AM. The zombies are around, of course, staggering and yelling and doing their part to crap up the place. A particularly noisy one was at the light rail station as I locked the bike up, and I hoped he'd just stay there and yell and not get interested in my bike. When I went out of the post office, the damned thing was gone.
Then I went to the bank, and apparently I fat-fingered something and was $3 off between what I calculated I should have in there and what they say I have in there, but that's a tiny error compared to the total amount and a 5 and an 8 can look awfully similar. So all was good.
Then I rode over to Whole Foods to use the bathroom and some food would be a good idea too. It's very nice and calm in the morning (it was not almost 11, close to the lunch hour) and there was a piss-smelling zombie with a bike by the door but nothing major. I'm sure to the zombie, piss was a wonderful eu de cologne for a hoppin' Friday night, in its quest for drugs, booze, and brains.
I got meatballs and mushrooms and a little can of coffee and ate at one of the picnic tables in the sun. It had only warmed up to the 50s and I reflected how I'd not be comfortable busking here, even with the trumpet which only had 3 buttons to worry about. There was the old black guy with a sign, who I'd told has a decent voice and ought to try singing. It's Christmas carol season now and if he's not going to try those, I'm not going to belabor him about it. He asked for spare change, and I said, "Haven't got it" and rode off.
Next on the itinerary was Walmart, where I got canned fish and soda and the usual things, if they had them. They didn't have rubbing alcohol but I've always got my bodega to get it from, albeit much more expensively. Wal's was actually pretty busy. But not as busy as it is in the afternoons/early evenings when so much is going on that when I hear someone dumping a lot of change into the Coinstar I get a chance to find something interesting or buy it off of them.
I rode back over to the SoFa Marketplace to use the loo (that coffee!) and then stopped at Nijiya and got a lot of things plus I'd also stopped by the Amazon hub for some bubble mailers and had picked up a book so I was pretty loaded up when I got back here.
I put things away and had a hot eat and a "Chinese donut" (I'd visited Dai Thanh too) and went to bed.
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