I got 20 things ready to list last night, including taking apart one instrument that we might get $20 for whole, but $100 or so in pieces.
But in the end I was too tired and it was too late to bother listing the 20 things, and decided I'll do 'em on Monday. I have a ton of stuff to pack anyway.
I woke up around 4 and tried to think of reasons to even get out of bed. I finally decided a trip to Wal-Mart would brighten up my day...
I got going from here around 5:30 or maybe closer to 6. I stopped at Nijiya first for some jalapeno peppers since theirs seem to be the freshest, and got a salmon flake onigiri and a small can of black coffee. The onigiri was the kind that the nori is in it's own plastic wrapping which is wrapped around the rice, and you open that up and wrap the rice in the nori so the nori is super nice and fresh and dry when you eat it. It was delicious.
The food and (more) coffee made me feel a bit better, and rode over to the "SoFa Marketplace to use their loo and hung out for a few minutes at The Fountainhead talking about election night 2016 when I was there for hours, drinking beers and talking with various people. The guy said he thought it was a party and I said it was far, far from a party. Although if Hillary had won I'd probably have spent a lot of money on beers for people. Instead it was a night of disgrace and I told him how different people were confiding in me, non-white people saying they were really worried now, some European visitors showing their dismay and my agreeing with them.
But it was late! I went by the Amazon place for bubble mailers, then on down to Wal's for some shopping. I actually got a lot of needed/wanted things and it was only about $31. Of course the line was slow, slow, slow. I had fun talking with a Mexican lady behind me about various things we did in school like bringing a box of Jello and sharing it around, resulting in lots of kids with red or purple etc hands. And the little trick of taking a gummi bear and sticking it to the wall. "I did that too!" she enthused.
One reason the line was slow was the lady being checked out had a lot of things and, apparently, not enough money. The guy ahead of me, a little Mexican cowboy type, gave the lady in front a dollar so that seemed to end the penny-counting. Then Senor Caballero checked out, handing over two $50's and two $20's for his groceries. These guys are better to do business with than just about anyone. I think it's considered disgraceful to quibble about money and in all my dealings with them myself, there may be a small amount of bargaining and then they pony up with aplomb.
I paid for my stuff and loaded up the bike and headed out. I was pretty heavily loaded so the ride home was a cruise. I stopped to look for books and found some, and had a nice longish talk with the guy who hosts the little free library on 5th. I think his wife even came out onto their front steps to make sure he was OK, which is good as that's a neighborhood with nice houses but also a zombie problem.
Yes, the undead were much in evidence. So of course I practiced basic zombie avoidance. They were out, rummaging through trash cans, no doubt doing drug deals and fighting and all the activities they love. Well they can just do 'em without me.
I got back here and when I was in and all buttoned up for the night it was about 8:30 which is equivalent to 11:30 at night in the Before Times.
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