Racist Mobil Home Park

 I had the weirdest dream last night. I was walking Ken through the things he needs to know to live in the Anchor Mobil Home Park in Costa Mesa, California, a place that in real life is long gone. How the toilet was OK for #1's but for #2's I always used the bathroom in the clubhouse, ditto for showers. How #2's would pop out a hole in the pipe and end up on the side lawn so you really want to use the clubhouse... 

I talked about my old neighbors, how this one lady worked for this department store nearby and they'd been robbed by a guy they called the "John Goodman bandit" because he looked like John Goodman. How this other neighbor sold pills to doctors for a pharmaceutical company, this other neighbor this, that other neighbor that... 

And it came out somehow that one had to pass through quite a racial filter to get into the place. I'd passed fine, back in the 80s when I'd moved there, due to being recommended by Bobby Stuber who was racist, and especially his brother, Fritz. Also, I explained to Ken, I had short hair and a motorcycle and a black leather jacket and Doc Marten boots so I was "in". If they only knew that I'm the opposite! Kind of like Henry Rollins, I explained. Looks like a fascist, is true-blue Left.

It was a very strange dream because then I explained that it would only work for Ken, living there, because he's got so many other places also to store all his stuff. And indeed in reality Ken has a lot of stuff scattered all over - out at the "Rocket Ranch" in Patterson, at his house, in storage units, and here at the shop. 

I remember also in the dream, after I described this and that neighbor, Ken saying "Wow you were really close to these people" and my thinking at the time, No, this is just normality instead of the anti-social normal for the Bay Area. 

The time change has really messed me up and while I thought there was a small chance I'd wake up early enough to go to the bank today, I didn't sleep that well and woke up, or got up finally, at 7PM. 

At least I practiced last night. My long tones are getting very gradually longer, and I'm working a bit on Shinran Sama which is actually a pretty catchy tune. 

So it's the bank and errands tomorrow, and I bagged up all the make-up stuff I'd gathered in a big transparent bag and put it out in the usual place for the bums or whoever wants to pick it up. I'll have to take postal packages downtown tomorrow. 

I've got things on Craig's List but I'm not getting any calls or emails. It's strange because the flute sold really fast. Although there are a ton of flute players at least in this area, and it was nearly new and still under warranty and the box and everything kept pristine. As for other things, I dunno. I guess they'll sell over time but it's a good thing, I think, that I'm working on trimming things down in preparation for a move that's two years away.