I practiced last night and it went pretty well. Regular practice, at least an hour an evening, is really the best way to go so I need to not skip any days.
I woke up in time to clean up and get going by 4, carrying 12 items to the downtown post office. I put my 3 checks in the bank and all was well except I had $30 less than I thought I had. I think confusing a 5 with an 8 might do it, if it's in the 10's column. They even printed up a transaction record and I could see nothing I hadn't written down, so I probably just didn't add something right.
It's still over $2600 in the bank, though, so why complain?
Since I'd dropped my packages off I didn't have to hurry back here, so I decided to check Crossroads Trading Co. for shirts, as my summer shirt game is really weak right now. I even stopped at a garage sale on my way over where they had a couple of nice Tommy Bahama ones I'd have bought but they were too big for me.
I found a shirt - non-Aloha - I liked at Crossroads, but I thought, Why pay $15 for a shirt I'm not going to keep in Hawaii, why not go over to Nordstrom's which is reputed to carry Reyn Spooner clothing, and get something I'm going to keep long term? One and done.
So I went over to the mall, and Nordstrom's doesn't sell Spooner clothing at all but they have some Tommy Bahama, all in large and up.
I went over to Santana Row and got a little pencil holder thing in the Japanese stationary store and looked around in Fjallraven. They have some little bags I like and I asked if I could return a bag I'd bought earlier, to sort of exchange. The guy said as long as the bag's in new condition and I have the receipt, sure. So guess where I'm going tomorrow...
The actual Tommy Bahama store in Santana Row wasn't any help either, so I'm giving up on buying any aloha shirts until I'm back in Hawaii. Therefore, that shirt I saw at Crossroads for $15 is on my shopping list for tomorrow also.
Before it got dark, the anti-vax idiots were out on the corners by Santana Row and they had their signs, were playing country music and rock, etc. One of 'em had a giant syringe with a plunger she was moving in and out and I said she ought to make it so the needle moves when the plunger does, it would really get attention. I pretended to be on their side because it's easier and I'm all for those idiots going without vaccines, in fact all vaccines. Let 'em get every disease that comes down the pike.
Now I just had a long ride back to Whole Foods where I got some things. The skinny guy with his table was there, HELP MAUI and HELP THE HOMELESS on banners. I'd be very surprised if a thin dime he raises ever finds its way to Maui. He was friendly to start off. "How's the flute playing going?", he asked. I said Well, that I was practicing every day. Then he started in, "Have you checked on Maui??" he demanded and I said that yes, I had, in a tired tone. He went into a rant about how some "Arborist", who was "An expert on trees", said the fires weren't natural, directed energy blah blah. I now said in an exasperated tone that Look, I grew up in Hawaii and the place is an absolute magnet for every kook and nut in existence, that you can't swing a cat without hitting some crazy cult, that I saw quite a few growing up, and they're all nuts, and harmful. "I'm not a nut!" the guy said; this was about as convincing as Nixon's "I'm not a crook".
"Did you know 3,000 children are missing??" he ranted on. I said if they're really missing they should check in the basements of white people, that it's white people stealing them, yep, pedos "Just like you". and rode off.
I headed home. The street between San Pedro Square and the parking structure is pedestrians-only now but there are no buskers there these days. Things were really hopping in years ago this would have a few regulars there plus a few passers-through or "irregulars" but there was just nothing.
I got back here, dropped off my groceries and things, and hitched up the trailer and headed back out to see what has landed in the laptop repair place's dumpster. What had, this week, was tons and tons of packaged pastries of every kind from madeleines to hopia, plus some cans of microwaveable soup. I bagged all these up in bags that were there, the soups in a Target bag and the pastries in three Nordstroms bags. I took it all over to Tom's and knocked on his door as his lights were on, but since there was no answer just rode off.
Now I really was home for the night. I put a grinder I'd found with no battery out for the bums - I'd forgotten to leave it at Tom's - and a bum came by and picked it up within minutes.
It had been really warm today, into the 90s. It was still 80 when I got back here around 9, and it's supposed to be hot like this tomorrow also. This is why I'm shopping for cool, short-sleeved shirts in October. This is why there are summer-type bugs around like the mosquito I sprayed last night and the big roach I sprayed an hour ago. It's still summer here and who knows how long summer will be in 2024.
I've not been mentioning freebees so, yesterday: 6 heads of Romaine lettuce. Today: a stud sensor to give to Ken. Potentially a dozen 680ml bottles of Sprite but it wasn't diet so I left 'em. And the pastries and junk I gave to Tom I guess.
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