I could not keep my eyes open last night and I went to bed at 10. I woke up at 6AM then decided I needed more sleep than that and slept until about 9 or 9:30 and got up. I started listing things I'd photo'd last night, but could not really get up to speed so after doing about half of them, I got things together and rode downtown.
The first errand was to get rid of a bag of trash and then I rode down to Lee's Sanwiches by city hall and got a chicken skewer and then decided to check out the Tung Kee noodle place just down from it and ended up getting three egg rolls - they would not let me buy just two. They were the same as as Lee's, maybe not as good so that was not a great decision.
I ate my delicious fried foods at my favorite bench on the college campus and then rode over to Walmart. I got a bunch of things there, among them some of their macadamia nuts as the ones from Sprouts might be cheap but the latest batch I got from them are just about inedible. In fact, I took what I had of those, washed them to get the salt off, and put them out for the birds. The birds had not touched them at the time I left.
There was a crazy zombie flinging his groceries, apparently, all over the back parking lot and screaming stuff, so at least someone was having a good weekend.
I rode back to Nijiya and got some other things. One of the guys there, by way of small talk, told me it was slow today, and I said that's funny considering how busy it was yesterday. It was downright warm outside and there were lots of people walking around downtown, and in Japantown, at least for a Sunday.
Leaving there, I noticed the "good trumpeter" was practicing so I doubled back to have a listen. I'd heard him a couple of weeks ago, quieter, and that time he was playing something that sounded like classical, but modern like 20th century classical. I think he put soundproofing in his apartment. So I was eager to hear what he was doing. But that last time, I'd tried to hover around to listen and the playing had stopped. This happened this time also. The playing stopped, and the guy even turned off his lights. So I think he has a good camera setup so he can see all that goes on around his place, which only makes sense. It's what I would have. It's just too bad he's paranoid about being heard. But then in my experience, paranoid is the best way to be, so he's only doing what I'd probably do if I had an apartment facing out onto the street. In fact the this time and the last, I may have been hearing a record he was playing and he might not actually practice there at all - by taking one class or by paying the student activity fee, he could use the practice rooms at the college and again, that's what I would do.
I rode back along 10th and at one point there was a zombie with its undead dog by the side of the sidewalk almost in the road, so I had to dodge the zombie but at the same time there was traffic on the road so I had to pass a lot closer to the zombie and its undead hellhound than I'd rather. Of course the dog started after me and the zombie pulled it back by the piece of clothesline or whatever it was using for a leash. The zombie even admonished the dog, as if it didn't know its zombie dog goes after cars and bikes and people.
Further down the road I heard some funny sounds and where there's a sort of meeting hall there Christian meetings or sing-alongs or something are held, across the street was a zombie with a bike, with the bike light on its "work", trying its darndest to pry a body panel off of the car. Lovely. I rode on.
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