I listed 20 things last night, did a little - too little - practice, and went to bed.
The bums had taken almost all of the prepper foods I'd put out so that's a good thing. Honestly, when the pandemic started I did a lot of prepper buying, not knowing how bad things would get, and now I'm either selling the stuff off at a loss or flat-out giving it away. I'd have been better off buying an expensive watch or something.
I woke up at 4, had coffee and nuts, and got out of here at 5. First I rode up to Sheldon's Hobbies and got something for one of my innumerable projects. Then because it looked that way on the map, I rode on Trade Zone to what I hoped was Capitol but turned out to be a couple streets past it, then went to Dai Thanh Market and got a can of chicory coffee and a big bag of frozen shrimp. The shrimp are really cheap, $6.50 for a 2-lb bag and they take work as they have to be peeled and deveined, but at least they taste good.
Next I stopped in at H Mart for a couple little boxes of coconut cream, and then stopped at the veggie dumpster for green onions and a head of lettuce.
I got back here and saw that a bum had his bike trailer parked across from here, no bum in sight but I unlocked the door and got in here super fast, and buttoned the place up. Sure it's 80 degrees in here but a zombie alert is a zombie alert.
I kind of have to blame myself for not taking the trouble to load the stuff up on the bike trailer and dumping it out by Old Bayshore. Actually the bike trailer that's sitting outside is the very same one owned by the bum who helped me get that packing foam last night, and he appears to have parked it here while he goes off to do something. I just don't want any of them, not even friendly ones, to know I live here.
Mostly it was just the usual. Slow walkers. Stumblers. Shufflers. Stagger-ers. Easily enough avoided. Little tent camps everywhere, even under the bridge where Trade Zone crosses the freeway, noisy as hell but I guess they get used to it. It's actually a nice area around there, the suburban American Dream, but some of the most miserable looking homeless wandering around everywhere.
I'm sure someone somewhere has worked the math and decided that while capitalism requires some to be homeless and desperate, there has to be a most efficient ratio. Maybe 10% utterly broke and 5%, half of those, out on the street with rags on their feet and a blanket over their shoulders. If you get up to 20% utterly destitute you have to bring that down because you risk revolution, so to bring the ratio down you build housing and set up programs, or just make fentanyl more available.
In any case I got a lot of little errands done so now I don't have to go anywhere at all tomorrow if I don't want to.
Dinner was red coconut milk curry with a fried egg on top, veggies, and some kao fu which is wheat gluten cooked into a little loaf, that I got at 99 Ranch. I cut it into noodle shapes and 4 oz makes a LOT of noodle shapes. After frying the egg, I fried a piece of it in the leftover butter and it was a like a crunchy little piece of toast. Very nice! Fried kao fu might be a nice quick breakfast thing with coffee.
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