I mailed them away.

 I woke up at 9, thanks to my adorable little alarm clock. 

I had time to clean up and photo 15 things and start a load of laundry, and going going around 12:30. 

After dropping off a bag of trash and some donations in the Japantown little free library, I got a bento at Nijiya Market and went over to the steps of the old hospital to eat it. 

Then, my stomach full of chicken katsu, I rode to the library and mailed off the package of papers about the paternal line of my family. Either my older brother or my older sister will want them, and the package was addressed to them, c/o of my lawyer-in-law in Honolulu, a short walk from the Aloha Tower. 

I gave some of the papers a quick read yesterday, and I just have to shake my head. These people all had college degrees, mostly graduate degrees, and none of 'em gave a fuck if we even graduated high school. This is because my father had married that "steerage-class immigrant", my mother. I'd bet good money if my father had married another WASP we'd all have college degrees in the bag, probably at Ivy's. Fuck 'em. 

Next I went to the bank and got a money order (or cashier's check, I think it was) for $750 and went over to the temple to see the guy I was told to see, and looked over the memorial plaque situation. It turns out it's one name per plaque. And there are two blank spots right next to each other. So today I took care of my maternal grandfather, who seems like he was a great guy. He's been, among other things, a motorcycle cop and a firearms salesman, and had done that same sport I'd done, and helped run the 1932 Los Angeles Olympics. Sadly, he died in 1951 due to an armed robbery of the menswear store he owned, along with... 

My material grandmother, who taught herself to be a tailor and could make you a suit or a dress or anything, needing no pattern. She's the one who paid to get my eyes fixed. I also remember her sending us batches of clothes, but the clothes were always too big due to her not knowing how small and underfed we were. But at least she sent 'em. And I completely believe that if we'd shown up on her doorstep, she'd have taken us in. This is a HUGE thing in a society where the rule is, "Raised by wolves". 

I will take care of her tomorrow. That's another $750 but it's only money. 

I went to Whole Foods and got ... a bottle of kefir. I was hoping they had the "Yogurt Drink" that's sold in the Middle-Eastern markets but they didn't. I even asked the manager about it as she was right there when I asked the checker, and the deal is, next time I'm by Baraka Market I'll get one, and I'll save the bottle to show them, and they might be able to stock it. Probably for 2X the price it is as Baraka Market but that stuff is delicious. 

I save my little bottle of kefir for after... my doing exercises at Cahill Park. I'm starting to love that park, it's really neat. Tons of exercise stuff, huge field, great people-watching. I did chin-ups and some leg-raise/crunch things. I watched a big shirtless white guy shooting hoops, and talking to himself in what I'm sure was French. He may have been talking to another person reclining in the shade under a tree. The more I watched, the better I realized the guy was. He was missing tons of shots because he was trying for ... 3-pointers I guess. But every miss still hit the hoop. The guy was really going at it. But the French are like that, like when they get into parkour, they *really* get into parkour. The sport I was in, they were like that too - very serious and with equipment that was better than we Americans even had. 

Then I drank my kefir and rode down to Walmart and set a new record in spending. Groceries, yes, but also a new PUR filter and reading glasses and a fan. I had a quick look in a Grocery Outlet bag that was sitting by the bike racks when I came in, and was still there - there was a pair of pants and a bottle of Taaka vodka, 1/4 still in there, and God-knows-what. A life story in a bag. I set it back a little to get it out of the sun. 

On the ride home I got enough books that I can do a book-run tomorrow. along with the other things.