The most important thing

 I woke up today around 10:30. I had time to pack all the things that had to get sent out, about 12 things. And after that, the most important thing: time to fill out my ballot and make sure I'd done everything right as far as signing it etc., and I took that to the post office too and sent it off along with the postal packages.

Then I went to the bank and deposited my pay check, then to Whole Foods where I had some cole slaw and beet salad, then  I went down to the bike shop and looked at the two Bromptons they have there. 

I ended up talking with the guy who's got a ton of tattoos and a beard and is into all kinds of political theories and we had fun bagging on libertarians and Randists a bit, then we started talking about Bromptons and he was raving about the titanium one - a $5000 bike. I said if I get one it will be the "A-line", the basic model. He was enthusiastic about any Brompton really. This is the same guy who didn't want me to buy a new pannier set for my cruiser bike, "Those you have look fine" (they're not fine, they're beat up and faded and the bottom is starting to come apart on one side). 

Then I rode over to the Amazon place for bubble mailers and from there headed for home. I was riding along St. John street between 3rd and 4th and there was this big Black guy, possibly homeless, saying loudly, "I will pee on you!". I burst out laughing and he repeated, "I will pee on you!" a bit further up, a large Black lady was ranting about something and I said, "You'd better watch out for that guy, he'll pee on you!". Fun times. 

I got back here and put things away, put the trailer on the bike and loaded up the things to go to FedEx and rode up there and dropped them off. And found some boxes and bubble wrap etc. for mailing things. 

When I got back here it was time for some parking lot cleanup and I picked up the 25 or so rolls of hand-drying paper towels or whatever they were that the guys next door had somehow gotten soaked in some cleaning fluid of some kind, and dumped there. And beer bottles and cardboard and all kinds of crap. When I was done there was just a door, 1-2 folding yoga mats, and a big aluminum case like from an electronic instrument. That had been around the side of the building and I figured that would get taken first because aluminum = money = crack. But the yoga mats were taken first. 

Then once it got good and cold, the weird guy with the silver car started washing his car out there. I'm wearing sweat pants and a sweat shirt, and it's 52 degrees outside. I guess if you have to sleep in your car, you take care of it. (Frankly one of my possible Plan B's is to buy a vehicle and park it here because if you're quiet and mind your P's and Q's it seems you can live here indefinitely.)