Last night I emptied out this sort of government-office-quality shelf thing (that has drawers and these pull out covers for all but the top level) and moved a bunch of things, including some heavy-ass transformers, and moved the file cabinet Ken had just brought in to change places with the shelf thing. I also defrosted the freezer which really needed it, cleaned everything, and took the big boxes of drone parts out from under the work bench, put the drone parts in the file cabinet, all cleaned out and labeled, cut up the boxes the drone parts had been in, and moved these large/heavy-ish Philips pulse generators under the work bench where the drone parts had been.
This is why I popped about $10 on a carton of Key coffee and some half-and-half. I drank it in breaks.
Once I was done it was about 4AM and read a bit more of Trevor Noah's book and went to sleep, the kind of sleep where when I woke up I had to remember what I'd done the night before and why my back hurt like hell.
I had time to pack 15 things and did my usual post office and FedEx run. I stopped at the "Krispy" chicken place and got two thighs to go, and for some reason they charged me the old price, about $6.50 instead of the new one, about $8.50. That was nice. Then I did the ever-popular San Jose thing of trying to eat my food before the End Times wind blows it away.
I stopped by Tom's to drop off some cooked sweet potatoes and corn on the cob I'd picked up behind H Mart, and we hung out and talked for a bit. No, he hadn't gone to the matsuri, Yes he'd gone up into the mountains and gotten his truck welded on, and things are looking dire for our friend up in the mountains, because he's in all kinds of trouble for polluting the little stream that runs through his land, and he may not only lose his land but do prison time.
Probably the only way to live on that piece of land completely legally would be to build one's house a good distance away from the stream, and to have a system for taking "grey water" and worse things off-site for disposal. And about the guy's dogs, pissing and crapping all over as dogs do, I don't even know the answer.
The guy's a nice guy but a real slob so he's probably going to crash and burn. He's harmless but will come off like Charles Manson in court. Plus, like the owner of the Gilroy place I lived on for a while, he's one of those "sovereign citizen" types. Like the Gilroy guy, he's almost got a policy of seeing how much he can annoy neighbors and the government he can before they are driven to swat at him like an annoying fly, and then cry, "Oh, poor persecuted me".
Tom also told me he's realized all the peanut butter I've brought him is unhealthy due to having hydrogenated oil in it, so I told him to load it onto the bike trailer and I'll find a home for it. In reality, when I left, I just rode what's really just around the corner and left the jars of peanut butter on the sidewalk in front of a place where anyone spotting it will have an easy time pulling off of the road to get it.
I got back here and took some stuff I wanted to throw away over to the FedEx dumpster and there was that weirdo with a dog in his SUV, no badge or identifying markings, yet who claims to be "security". I think he's probably a druggie, maybe even a worker there at that FedEx facility, who slings a little meth on the side. "Security" is just protective coloration. He'd lurk around to sell his wares not only to late-night workers but also the druggies along Rogers Avenue. In any case, I'd just finished dumping the stuff, said out loud so he'd be sure to hear, "There's Mr. Druggie again" and took off.
I got back in here and dug out Ebay things that had sold and packed a couple of things I wanted to make sure to pack, and fixed up some dinner which was beef and veggies with 1/3 of a jar of "Kashmiri Curry Simmer Sauce" that had been in one of the food drops. It's very mild and a bit tomato-y but one of the veggies was half a large hot pepper (the non-rotten half lol) out of the veggie dumpster and a lot of this "meh" hot sauce from Walmart that I wanted to use up.
I got emails from the place I'm getting my latest new flute, the size 6 shinobue that's made of some kind of plastic or epoxy and bamboo composite. I was correct in my estimate that it and a little book on shinobue playing would, with shipping, cost me about $75. They told me the final price in yen and I just did the conversion.
What's nice is after doing all this and once my check to the IRS clears, I'll still have a little over $600 in the bank. Now to try to get it to 10X that by the time I pay the IRS again ...
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