Biff boom bang

 Iran is fighting for all of us, and according to NPR it's 3 US planes down. Probably more, but even NPR will admit that many. 

After a year or more of trying to get myself unsubscribed to Nextdoor, I'd finally gone on there and been free with snark and salty opinions. Jesus was a Palestinian and someone's yappy little dog being almost snatched by an eagle, so we need more eagles, etc. 

Latest was posting a thing about the illegal night club, and that probably did it, because I'm finally not getting their stupid little notices. Mission accomplished. 

We're seriously in the beginning stages of a meatgrinder like Viet Nam, though. Fun times ahead. 

I did some practice last night, and also listed 20 things on Ebay so that's good.  

I woke up with time to clean up and pack one more thing, got my stuff together and took off a bit before 4, and dropped off the two small things I'd packed at the post office. Then I went to Whole Foods and locked the bike. Petition Guy wasn't there and I had some "Ritter Sport" bars I wanted to give him, so I gave them to the Gypsy woman begging there with a sign. At least she wasn't by the bike racks at all, maybe choosing to stay out of the sun, but the sun had down down enough that the space by the bike racks was shady. 

I wanted some food first, and came up with a concoction of olives, feta cheese, a dollop of this creamy dressing, a bit of tabboueh salad, and some ground-up bacon. And I took more than I really needed, too. 

I got some lime flavored fizzy water with this, and sat at a table with a guy sitting there, I dunno, looking at his phone like 99.999% of people do now, or something, I ate, and he did his thing, and somehow we ended up talking and had quite a talking session. He gave me one of the beers he was drinking, a "Sculpin" IPA with grapefruit flavoring, a beer I'd never have tried on my own, and it was really good. 

So we talked and I tried to talk while getting this gop I'd put together eaten, which took a while. I finally finished, and I had to go. He'd been waiting for a friend who coaches softball, and he'd still never shown up. So it was all good. 

I set up and started playing at  6:30, and played until 8:00. I screwed up more than usual because part of me didn't want to be out there, but most of me wanted to make the best of this paid practice session, and to work on things like tone.  I got some really good compliments too.

When I finished I counted up, and was packing things away and organizing my money (I had a lot of $1's to spend) and I'd made $51 but two different people came up and gave me $2 so the total ended up being $55. 

I went in to spend my dosh, and got a 12-pack of Lagunitas, some cheese and olives, and was going to get a pint of Guinness but they were out. Out of a lot of things, and I didn't want to just drink a tall can of Lagunitas, so I got this other stuff, some kind of "Noon Time" IPA in a tall can that was a bit stronger. 

I went to sit down and eat and there was my friend again, with his friend, some really old, ditzy, lady, and a middle-aged street type gal with a guitar, the guitar one I've seen around there, owned by various people, for at least a year. 

The word was my friend's friend wanted to buy the guitar for $40, while I thought the ditzy old lady wanted to buy the guitar. These people had been there a while and "You never noticed me caterwauling away on my trumpet?" I asked. They'd never heard me and had no idea. That's how noisy it is there and it's the quietest Whole Foods. 

So we hung out and talked and after tons of talk about Iran it eventually came around to talk about the guitar. By this time I'd finished my two Whole Foods brand beef sticks and my can of strong IPA, and it was 9:30, when the employees of Whole Foods really want people to finish their shopping because they close at 10, so they made an announcement over the P.A. saying so. 

On the ride home I wanted to pick up some pork rinds, but the place I thought might have them didn't because they were closed. Being open past 9PM even on a Friday night is being open too late in this town. TAK Market had some little hard ones, which I didn't want, and after I'd picked out a bag of Mexican cheese flavored potato chips and a little tub of sour cream, I noticed they had some other ones that might be pretty good, but I was decided. I got the chips and dip and a tall can of Guinness.