I'd been up most of the night so I wasn't up until a bit past noon. The rain was certainly productive, as it rained all through the day.
I had 10 things photo'd and just had to list the things which I eventually got around to doing, with the result that a bunch of them sold making it about a $1200 day. That's good.
It's supposed to be fairly rainy all week so I'll have to ship things when I can, timing it to get as little wet as I can.
After listing things and having some miso soup with fish in it and veggies and so on, my big meal of the day, I relaxed a bit and got out an oscilloscope that doesn't power up and took it apart for the parts which with other things means I have 20 things all ready to list tomorrow.
I put the parts I didn't want outside, along with some coat hangers I didn't want and a banner from the end unit that had somehow blown from there to in front of here, all out by the trash enclosure. I was just getting ready to do some practice, which I'd done last night, when I heard a sound.
Someone was picking up some of the stuff, which was what I intended so that was good. But what's not so good is, the guy seems to have keys to both of the cars that are parked in the parking lot across from the welding place, and is futzing around in the most random way with both cars, and the stuff, and uh, other stuff. I think the guy's actually shitfaced drunk, or maybe on drugs but probably just really, really drunk. The kind of drunk where one is "blacked out" which doesn't necessarily mean sleeping it off, it often means doing all sorts of things, even driving cars, while having one's conscious mind turned off.
So the guy's got both cars with the doors etc opened up, has one of them parked in the middle of the parking lot where cars and trucks drive through, and is behaving really .... random. He's got the one car in the through-way with the doors open and hood up, and is furiously wiping the other one all over with a rag. Hello, it's supposed to rain all week, this is no time to wipe down a car, and with the wind we've had, you're likely grinding sand and gravel into the paint...
Since I'm not supposed to be in here at this hour I'm not inclined to attract this bozo's attention with trumpet playing...
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