Haha Ken came by last night with a burger for me, and we talked things to death, and it wasn't until he'd left and it was 1:30AM that I realized he'd not written me my pay check. So I called him and he said he's forgotten too, and that it was funny because he had his check book with him.
So he's supposed to come by today/tonight with it.
Want to distract an American? Bring a burger into the scene.
This is actually pretty good because if I get a check tonight, I should be able to deposit it tomorrow, drop things off at the post office, and go to the Friday night service. I'm willing to put up with a bit of pain to get my singing in.
More on my plans once I get this pain to a controllable level. I've mentioned getting a ukulele and working on my singing. The kind of uke I gravitate to is the good old banjo-uke, of which Ukulele Source has a couple at reasonable prices. Actually they have, besides the cheap "Diamond" one, two by Kala that are essentially the same uke but one's $200 more because it's got brass hardware. Whooptie-doo. I like the cheaper one which is only a couple hundred bucks.
This area is a hotbed of ukulele activity. Clubs, groups, etc. But they all require you to have a car. Can't have the unwashed masses riding the bus to the meetings and get-togethers. So, their loss.
The thing with the banjo-uke is, though, besides their being cute and loud and cool, is in the past I was able to teach myself the George Formby stroke. So I can pick that up again. Because I'll want to be able to play some instrumental pieces or just strings of chords that sound good, to give my voice rest periods between songs.
Years ago, way before covid, there was a Black kid who showed up downtown, possibly kicked out by his parents I dunno, but he was a suburban kid who'd really gotten into Radiohead and could sing all their stuff, and he sounded good. But he pushed too much, didn't give himself breaks, and within a week had "blown out" his voice. I hope he recovered and is doing well, but this is exactly what I want to avoid.
I packed one large 30-lb box for (hopefully) Ken to pick up tonight, and two small things. I really wanted to go out, to do Shabbat shopping (mainly some roast beef and check out the alcohol-free wine at Sprouts) and just buying things in general.
So I took the two packages to the post office, got tea eggs and coffee at 99 Ranch, then went to H Mart and parked the bike, walked over to Home Goods and Ross and Sprouts, did my shopping including a bottle of alcohol-free wine, got a couple of things at H Mart most notable some albacore sashimi which I really like and which is usually too expensive. I ate that at one of the tables by Starbucks, out in the cold.
I rode home and put things away, and lay in bed for a while.
In the news it's more of the same. Sex traffickers with drug problems, anti-science weirdos, conspiracy theorists, etc all being installed in high positions of power. Kind of like Germany 1933-45 where if you were a chicken farmer who dabbled in the occult (Himmler) or a washed-up WWII pilot with a serious heroin addiction (Goering) or a small-time pimp/human trafficker (Horst Wessel) you got a high position of power or were lionized and songs sung about you.
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