Yep the forecast is for rain right through into the middle of next week. Fun.
I listed the 10 things I had photo'd up last night and when I was done with that I went right to bed because I could barely stay awake.
Another day, more wars and rumors of wars.... the consensus on Reddit is that the time to leave the US is yesterday in the best case, next best is now, and if Diaper Don end up in power there's going to be maybe 6 months to clear out and after that you're not going to be able to get out (unless you're one of the Aryan Herrenvolk in which case you'll be in the honeymoon period and think things are wonderful and not want to leave).
As I keep saying myself, my plan is to go back home to Hawaii as soon as I turn 62 and thus am eligible for Social Security, and if things turn really bad, I'll be halfway across the Pacific at least, and perhaps it will be time to consider a vacation in Vietnam or somewhere.
At least I no longer have the delusional plan to retire in New Orleans, where the things to do are crime and drugs.
First order of the day today was to clean up, including not only a shave but a haircut. I'd been up before noon so I had time to do this.
Then I packed 14 things that can go by post office, and put them in my Whole Foods bags I hung off the handlebars, plus a load of trash, and headed downtown. I dropped the trash off, then dropped the packages off at the downtown post office, then headed over to Whole Foods where I got some hot bar food and a near-beer (not that brand that seemed to give me a headache) and ate and drank at one of the tables downstairs.
This was kind of interesting because there was, as there's always been every time I've been at Whole Foods for months now, a zombess parked at one of the tables with a shopping cart loaded up with stuff, with bags hanging off of it. Said zombess was always very quiet, though, and in fact the first time I thought she was a shopper just waiting for someone (the cart wasn't so loaded up then).
This time the zombess seemed to be stuck, in that she was doing a good version of the old Andy Bumatai "Baby like-like ride-ride bus-bus" routine, except each word or phrase was repeated 4 times. And it wasn't a phone call, as I'd thought at first, but just a conversation with ... well, with the zombie virus which was affecting the speech center of what's left of this one's brains.
It was kind of hilarious. She actually said "Spam" 4X at one point, but it was all kinds of random stuff. I just ate and ignored it, as everyone else did. When I was done eating, I walked up to the hardware store and got a bottle of Simple Green, which I was almost out of. I also got a few small boxes out of their Big Box 'O' Boxes out front, and walked back into Whole Foods and got a small box from the Amazon return desk.
Now the zombess was saying some angry stuff to herself, but at least not repeating it 4X.
I rode over to the Amazon hub downtown and got bubble mailers and a couple more small boxes, then rode to Nijiya for some things, and got back here. It took me about half an hour to package up a big, fairly heavy, power supply and I took that up to FedEx.
On the way back I checked the computer repair place and got a lot of small boxes with nice pink foam inside, so I was busy for a while loading those into a large box, plus bagging up bubble wrap and anti-static bags and other handy things. A bum was across from me, raiding the metal scrap this one place throws out. They'd called out something like 'Sup, dog? and I'd just kept doing my thing - it was pretty obvious I was after different stuff, so not a competitor.
I got back in here, put stuff away, did some parking-lot cleanup, and got in for the night.
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