Wow just wow. I managed to get those Ebay listings done last night (I have a standard I set for myself of 50 things a week) and could barely keep my eyes open, and went to bed at midnight.
I woke up at 4AM and there was no sign of the illegal night club having been in operation at all. I could not get back to sleep and stayed in bed though, not turning on any light etc. I did observe one cop car go through, and a few hopeful clients of the night club walk dejectedly out to their cars and eventually take off.
I finally fell asleep I guess around 6AM or so when the cleaning business guys next door started showing up. Familiar sounds? I dunno. I ended up sleeping until 4 in the afternoon. I was hoping to "shock" myself into a normal daytime schedule but it may not be that easy. The other way is to set my alarm clock an hour earlier each day and march my schedule back to normal.
I think the late-night schedule is hard on me. And I really looked forward to being up at 8 or 9, taking some stuff apart to list today/tonight, and not least, practicing shakuhachi and my new Hall flute.
My package with the Hall flute I'd ordered from Hall, along with the Christmas song book, has been delivered to Ken's house and I'll have it mid-week when Ken comes by. I'm quite serious about being out there busking with Christmas carols, and I was happy to note that Whole Foods recently hasn't had so many "booth botherers" hassling people to sign up for things, lately.
Some random things I've been thinking about lately:
My apartment in Waikiki cost me $600 a month. That's $20 a day. I could have easily hustled up $20 a day on the local economy. Call it $30, or even $40 a day and I'd have managed it. If I'd pulled cash off of my credit cards, which I was to default on anyway, and stashed it not-in-a-bank I'd have been fine while I ramped up my hustling game, and I was not going to have to worry about credit checks unless I moved apartments, which I'd not do because that was a great apartment.
I just had to go through "mainland poverty" which is deeper poverty than can be dreamed of by someone used to living in Hawaii, to get some real adult poverty skills.
And, I dream a lot of hoarding things that appreciate like gold or silver coins, but when I look at the time I'd devote to hunting in antique stores and pawn shops for deals, that's time taken away from practicing music, which is the real "silver and gold" as far as I'm concerned.
When I move back home, I should have a good stash of cash and good music skills. The cash-stash will be important as I've not been taking part in the credit game, and as well as having to start out living in a hotel for at least a few weeks while I find a place, I may need to put a few months or a year's rent money up front when I rent a room or a cottage or something.
The ace in the hole will be the reliable trickle of money I'll get from Social Security and the undocumented money I'll get from busking. Busking will always keep me in groceries and little daily needs.
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