I packed 9 things last night and once I had the ones that needed to go out by Friday (today) done I suddenly felt very tired, almost like I hadn't gotten enough sleep last night which I hadn't.
I managed to stay up long enough to practice on the glass flute and that little thing's a real banger if I do my part. I worked on Amazing Grace and it turns out I can play Nori No Miyama on it really well too. What a thing to surprise the shakuhachi club with when my playing on the glass flute is more polished.
I also sent out offers for 100 things since I didn't do any listing, so orders are flooding in.
I also got a reply email from this thing, a movie about the shaka, that's free but you "must" RVSP to see it. I'd written them an email saying I don't have a smart phone and is there another way to RVSP? I got my reply; they told me to go to their page and use a link ... that not only doesn't work, it doesn't exist!
I told them their link doesn't work, that I probably have forgotten more about the shaka than they'll ever know, and "good luck, you're gonna need it".
This is typical mainland gatekeeping about anything remotely connected to Hawaii. They won't come out and say I need a $1000 smart phone to be worthy to see their damn movie, that would be too direct and honest. And back in Hawaii, if they were showing a film like that, it'd be something like $3 at the door at the UH Manoa campus to support the film club and you'd just go in and see the thing.
I'll watch it for free on YouTube in a few years anyway.
I packed what I could, only 4 things because it takes time to find things here, and took off at my usual time. I had 1-1/2 lbs of snow peas, for that's what they're called, in a bag for Tom too.
I did the post office and FedEx, no biggie, picked up a couple of medium-small boxes behind FedEx, so far so good. Went by the Apple repair place and got some bubble wrap and stuff, that's good. Then I was heading out of there and there was a large gap in traffic, so I crossed Brokaw to get into the left-turn lane. As I was just about across, I heard screeching tires and there was a dark-colored car that had apparently been thinking its best of running me right over, then thought about the mess and changed its mind. (I think this was someone racing for the light which was still green for cars going straight ahead) and stopped, by then the light had turned red so the car has to stop.
So I went over to the left-turn lane but didn't pull all the way up to the line which would put me right next to the potentially attacking car. I held back, and since I saw the window go down on the hostile car, got my "tonker" out of the saddlebag. The window went back up. The light turned green for left-turners and I went on, but then a white car got involved.
Cars as pack hunters would be truly scary but they are not that coordinated. They are opportunistic hunters though. The white car wanted in on a potential kill. I rode down Junction with the white car following. I went over to the "wrong way" side of Junction and the while car waited by the tire place to see if I'd cross right back over and be an easy chase. I did cross over, but 'way down.
I ducked into a long parking lot that reaches all the way across to Rogers. It used to pass right through and this is what I assumed. I got to the other end and it was fenced and gated, though. I stopped and took my safety vest off and put it away in a saddlebag. Then I cut up my two medium boxes and put the brown cardboard over the white tub I had in the trailer - now if they're telling the police or other hunters "guy on a bike with a trailer, orange safety vest, white tub on trailer" I now didn't look like that.
I rode back out the way I'd come, onto Junction and made haste to the cross street that crosses over to Brokaw, wrong-sided it back to here and got in here and put the bike away and buttoned up for the night.
What would they tell the cops anyway? "I was speeding to make the light and almost hit a cyclist who was actually making a legal lane change"? The cops aren't going to do shit anyway as they have far bigger problems than that a cyclist made Karen a few seconds late for her first tumbler of Tanqueray and tonic after a long day's work tapping on a keyboard.
Same goes for the white car. Hello, I already know cars and cyclists are mortal enemies. I know it, the cops know it, everyone knows it. The cops would rather bust someone with a car because, Hello, idiots with cars have got money to burn on things like tickets.
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