Marklar

 I practiced last night, shinobue a bit - worked on Sakura which is on the little instruction sheet that came with it - and shakuhachi, worked on the full scale, long tones, Golden Chain, that final line in Nori No Miyama that's hard for me, etc. 

I woke up at 4, and packed things. I took off with the things at about 5:30 and dropped off more canned food and pasta at Tom's. We hung out and talked a bit, and it was more mellow than yesterday when there was that conflict between Colin and Tom. 

Tom's going to put up a roll-up door so he had a huge orange-painted steel girder, apparently to something like pallet racks but even bigger. Interesting! It'll be fun watching that go up. 

I took the post office things to the post office and swung by Kim Tar Barbecue where they were out of fried chicken. 

I went to H Mart and got a cucumber, a can of Mr. Brown "black" coffee (it's not black, it's got 16 grams  I think of carbs so it's got some sugar in it) and a little package of sliced cooked pork belly that looked good. That all came to $13 and change. 

When I went out, a guy pulled up on a bike, that I could tell he puts a lot of miles on. Short, very stout guy named "Dan Just Dan" who works at Valley Med and commutes from Sunnyvale. We had a great time talking about bikes and things, and he told me even the janitors at Valley Med make $29 an hour and yes I could get hired. It'd be tempting as hell if I were about 20 years younger. Pension, too, after 20 years, and of course it's unionized. And I could say I know Dan Just Dan. 

Ahh, well. 

As I crossed over Coyote Creek a zombie was staggering along and I took a wide course around it, and it croaked out in a zombie-voice, what sounded like "Marklar". 

I got back here OK and there are zombies out on the road but I managed to avoid them or at least look not worth attacking. I put the box of brown long grain rice that was left from the latest food drop over by the railroad signal, where a food truck was set up. The rice was kind of old and spiderwebby, but the guy there said "Thank you" so I know what's going into *their* arroz con pollo.