Whitewashed

 I stayed in while it was all wet and drippy outside, listed things, finished a load of laundry, did a bunch of things like that, and Ken came by at the usual time so I got my check. I also got the copy of "The Art Of Brass Playing" by Philip Farkas so ... that was about 2 weeks between my ordering it, it being shipped, and add a week for Ken forgetting to bring it by last week. 

He also brought by ... my ballot from the last election. This is why, I told him, I'm just signing up to vote in person because mail is just not dependable. If there's an election, that's my national holiday, and I'm taking the day off and spending what I have to, to vote. 

So buying things and having them delivered to my legal address which is Ken's house, takes time. But probably still a bit less time than when I was a kid in Hawaii, to get things sent from the mainland. 

This matters because I want to order one more mouthpiece for the cornet. So far I like the one that came with it the best, a Yamaha 16E I think it is. The Denis Wick one I have, has a much larger hole in it, to the extent that the cleaning brush goes right through. I don't think it has as good a sound. I'd like the Yamaha equivalent of a Bach 3C but those seem to be hard to get. There *is*, however, a mouthpiece Yamaha makes that's named after a noted French player and that one might be good. After all, the Yamaha "Bobby Shew" mouthpiece for trumpet is a good one. 

After Ken left last night I packed all the things I wanted to send out today, and eventually settled down to do some practice and that went well. Practicing every day is important. 

I practiced while watching Episode #3 of a TV mini-series, I believe just called "Holocaust" with Meryl Streep. I remember watching this as a kid in 1978 so it's a bit of a nostalgia thing and also it's kind of fun to notice new details in it. It's all a lot of Zionist propaganda, of course, and it's sickening how two of the characters, who are fated to emigrate to Palestine, talk about the orange groves, and having a farm, and all that sappy stuff but somehow don't mention all the indigenous families and children they look forward to butchering because that indeed is what the Zionists did, and do. 

Propaganda like this  was accepted at face value in the 70s. Now people have ways of being informed. They are noticing.

I ended up waking up at around 5 in the afternoon. Ken is tiring, laundry is tiring, packing things is tiring, and then practice is tiring I guess. I was glad I had the things all packed! So, a quick coffee and nuts, and I was outta here. I got the things all delivered, bought a few things at 99 Ranch and H Mart, and got back here. 

Oh, wait, I also finished worrying a large piece of equipment apart, no wonder I was tired!