I stayed up all night packing things and then started in taking some things apart (3 down, 5 to go) then headed out for the post office and FedEx at 8AM.
I dropped off packages at FedEx first, because the post office doesn't open until 8:30. I actually went into H Mart and wandered around but didn't find anything I wanted to buy. That killed around 10 minutes though.
I rode up to the intersection the post office is on and decided to ride around the big strip mall 99 Ranch is in, just because it's kind of eerie when these places are all closed. Everything was. But Paris Baguette was open, so I went in and got a croissant with a hot dog in it for $5. It was pretty good but next time I'll have 'em heat it up, then it will be lovely.
I dropped my things off at the post office and headed back. I stopped in at Tom's because I'd seen his light on, on my way out. He answered my knock and looked like hell "I've screwed up my back!" he said. I commiserated, and we hung out while he poured the last of his coffee (I turned the offer of some down) into a cup, heated that in the microwave, started to brew another cup, and did dishes no-running-water style.
He said he followed my advice and put his trumpet by his TV and actually practiced for 10 minutes or so. We talked about crazy things you see in San Francisco, and he offered me a cookie out of a kit he'd gotten where the cookies are all made and you're to put icing and little sprinkles on them. He went on about how the cookies is hard "I'll break your teeth" so I tried it and it wasn't hard at all. I reminded him of "Our idea of a good snack back in Hawaii" pilot crackers. Then he went on about those, "What do you have to do, break 'em with a hammer?" so now I'm wondering if Tom has bad teeth. Because pilot crackers were no problem at all, no harder to deal with than ripe coconut or chewing sugar cane.
I started to go and noticed it had started to rain and took off, forgetting my gloves which I'd laid down on the back of the bike, which made Tom yell as I left and I turned around to pick up the one glove Tom had while the other was still on the back of the bike. Oops. I really want to keep those gloves through this last winter here.
I went up a side street and found a food truck and bought an egg and sausage thing for $4 and took that back here and ate it with plenty of hot sauce, and went to bed.
I was pretty disappointed to see it dry outside when I got up, but pretty soon a real soaker came through. I could have avoided doing an all-nighter but I didn't want to risk getting soaked if I went out in the 5 or 6PM time slot I usually do.
Besides, being up and out early in the morning reminds me of when I was a kid, when I'd get up early and go out and wander around. At times I'd even get up at 4AM to go look for glass floats on the beach when we lived on the windward side.
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