No coffee for you

 I was up all night, listed 15 things, surprisingly the "parking lot sweepings" have turned out to be more valuable than things I thought were worth something. Some of the most ridiculous, cockamamie things... 

I practiced for maybe an hour, maybe more like 45 minutes while watching the latest PBS documentary on "the age of easy money". Now that I'm older I know the capitalists' tricks very well. They'll offer really cheap, easy, credit so you borrow a lot, maybe building up a business like I did, then the interest rates go up, and up, and up further still when they know you can't pay the bolus of debt you've built up, off. 

The right way to do it would have been to keep that debt paid off, bought a modest house, and game-ified saving the way I do now. House would have been in Old Town Scottsdale and I can think of worse places to be. I was only in my mid-30s and was I ever innocent. 

I woke up at 4:30 and at 6 I was out the door with everything I'd pulled out of stock last night, packed. The weather's warmer and this means more zombies out, but no problems. 

After the post office I figured I'd use my $1.50 or so in change to buy a can of Mr. Brown black coffee in H mart but I counted my change up and I had $1.34. No coffee for you! 

I picked up a bunch of packing stuff, mainly a good big box and a ton of that firm foam that's not Styrofoam. I also picked up, if my price searching is correct, about $40 worth of a package of Rice Krispy sort of things from a Chinese bakery in L.A., and a roll cake from Paris Baguette. These were left at the electric lighting place and I think they have at least one customer who gives them these things. The Rice Krispy things are nice in that they're barely sweet. The roll cake, which seems to go for $30 or $35 or so, is kinda meh. It's OK, but wow they're pricey. 

I only found packing stuff at the medical place tonight, but I got a bunch of nail polish in wild colors and various make-up stuff like that, to donate downtown. Downtown by City Hall and 5th and 6th streets down there have by far the most crack ho's and I'm sure they'll appreciate this stuff. 

So I had one square of the something-like-Rice-Krispy-treats, and one, OK two, slices of the $30+ roll cake, and put the rest out for the bums. I cleaned the place up and Ken showed up right on the dot. We talked about stuff and I showed off how I have all the NIMBIN modules in one place now, and he wrote out this week's check, then we talked some more. He'd also brought two bags of French fries and two small burgers from Burger King so I had a burger and fries (but at least didn't eat the burger bun) so, so much for the low-carb diet today. 

Ken eventually left, leaving his checkbook as it turns out. I tried calling him but of course he was driving so he didn't answer the phone. I called the house and got Suzy, and told her "If Ken's wondering where his checkbook is, it's at the shop" and we talked a bit. She's joined a different choir, as covid basically made the one she was in blow to bits. I said it was about the same with my temple, that we had dinners and all kinds of things and there's hardly anything going on now - but there's the shakuhachi club that I'm convinced was re-activated because of me. 

Suzy's going to sing in a performance Friday after next, the night after the next shakuhachi club meeting. I have to decide if I want to pay $30 to go to it, and I might just.