Funny

 Last night I took two things apart that will never sell whole, but have a lot of good parts to sell. I put the scrap metal out by the trash enclosure. Then I did things like watch YouTube, drink some wine, and did about an hour's practice. 

I woke up around 4 in the afternoon which is about right. And this is funny: I looked outside and there was the stuff I'd left out, that no one had taken or even touched by the look of it. Oops. If Ken comes by he'll want to look at it, not knowing it's junk to get rid of, and drag half of it back in here. Well, a few minutes later I looked again and it was gone, all of it. Whew! 

I exercised and had coffee and got trash together to toss out etc. and got out of here around 6. After dropping off the trash, I rode down to Walmart and spent $42 of the $45 I had on me. The interesting thing was, they had Vendange red wine tetra paks, the 500ml size for $2. Whoohoo! They had 4 left and I got 'em. 

Then I rode back going along Market and had a look at San Pedro Square. I had my trumpet and tip box with me and the plan was to busk. I'd even practiced "Molly Malone" last night to, in addition to "Danny Boy", give me a whole two "Irish" songs. 

It was a shit show. There was a band coalescing and I saw a large drum. The crowd was assholes and elbows thick. I can't do this, I decided. 

So I rode over to Whole Foods and set up. It was 7:20 when I'd set up and played the first song. Molly Malone, also known as Cockles And Mussels, didn't seem to impress anyone but Danny Boy is always a good one. An hour was really all I could do. It was cold out there and it felt slow but I like to think of busking sessions as practice sessions, and also a new mind-hack, I think of myself as playing for one of those film scores back in the days when they were played by actual musicians. 

I finished with "Goodnight" the old Lawrence Welk sign off, and packed up. I had $3 in my wallet and went in and got a cucumber. I then did a count-up and I'd made an even $50. I felt like a reward so I got some store brand hummus and some olives and feta cheese in oil to dress it up with, and a tall can of beer. 

I rode back through San Pedro Square at about a quarter to 9 and it looked very busk-able, with the loud band gone and some space between the places playing loud canned music, but I was worn out. Time to get home. 

The ride home was very calm. The wind is cold and there were just about no people outside. Of course 9 at night is any other town's midnight.