Thursday, February 6, 2025

A nice rainy "in" day

 Last night I was just about a third of the way in to a good practice session when I heard a car right outside. It was Ken and he was an hour early. 

I'd shipped out everything I could ship, and did a study session at Paris Baguette, and got back here and was going to practice, it being a "loud" activity, then later in the evening do quieter things. But, well, here was Ken. It's a good thing that even when I don't clean the place it's pretty clean. 

I got my check and Ken had a burger for me, and he brought a couple of big plastic tubs of stuff to be sorted through. After we'd eaten, I took all the stuff out of the tubs and said one will be the stuff I'm to handle, sell or throw away or use or whatever, and the other's for him to put the stuff he's keeping. So that's what we did. 

We hung out and talked about stuff as usual, and instead of leaving at about 10 minutes after midnight, he left at about 10 minutes after 11. He doesn't want the check deposited until Friday and I said that's fine with me as tomorrow (today) will be a rain day so I'm not going to the bank until Friday anyway. 

I sorted through the stuff and put the tub, with the things I didn't want, out for the scavengers. And eventually called it a night. 

I slept until 2 in the afternoon today because I told myself I can sleep all I want to. Then I spent hours on end not only eating but also looking around on Reddit and otherwise wasting time online. But I'm so busy all the time, making it to/from the class on Tuesday nights (the class itself is easy, the travel which takes a minimum of 2X the class time, often in awful weather, is the thing) and in general trying to keep the numbers good so Ken gets some income and I don't have to become street homeless. 

This last is why I'm getting back into practicing, even though I can't count on having time to busk until the class is done with, at the end of April. Then it will be the beginning of the warm 6 months of the year and thus, "busking season" anyway. 

In actuality, busking season here is whenever you find it, and being rained on for profit might actually be a really good tactic. But as long as I'm working for Ken, time to explore these things is just about nonexistent. The best I can do (Pawn Stars voice) is to try to get in an hour's practice a day. 



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