Yesterday's entry was bleak but life these days is bleak.
I'm gambling that I can retire on: Social Security (no guarantee on this one, as the Reich wants to remove it from, probably everyone except Aryan party members) music skills, and whatever buying/selling/hustling skills I have.
On the trumpet I'm no Sergei Nakariakov but I *can* play and trumpet is the national instrument of Israel in the same way that the shakuhachi is the national instrument of Japan. I've found, over the years, *one* video of someone busking with a trumpet in Israel, and the guy was ... not good. Maybe "Big City Dick" level.
I can also make my little trinkets and hustle those, and teaching myself sign-painting could really help my Hebrew skills. I guess I'm a survivor; I've had to be.
I packed 15 things and got them to the post office, did an hour or so study at the Baguette, came back and hung out with Tom for an hour or so, then got back here. Since bedtime is a hard 1:30AM, this didn't give me time to do much more than find things to ship out tomorrow.
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