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I got up around seven a.m. and went for a walk to try to solve a problem. I did some information gathering. It was pretty amazing. The noisy animal (not a dog or cat) I was trying to trace didn't make noise when I was there, just before and after. Last night, someone who might have had a similar concern might have tried something. The animal in question went off, which it doesn't do at that hour. A racial insult was shouted by someone, maybe the one responsible for the animal. I can use this information. I couldn't find the animal where it would seem to have been. Really tried.
I went to Koreatown to try to get some herbs. The Voice that guides me told me not to do that. It said to go to Chinatown but I thought it was too late in the day. The Korean acupuncturist's office I was headed to was closed. I finally did find the "shopping mall" where it is. The mall consists of warehouse-like structures woven together in a rabbit warren. The parking roads wind through narrow opening in the buildings. The elevator I rode to find out the business was closed was alarming. I went into the Korean supermarket. The produce wasn't in any better shape than elsewhere; maybe worse. They had a slick cafe in there, and a clothes and accessories concession that looked pretty nice. I found Korean rice cakes, whatever they are. I also noticed two foot high stacks of what look like fried Korean rice tortillas in plastic bags. All the times I had Korean friends or ate at Korean restaurants, I never ran across those before. I asked an Asian guy with a toddler what the yellow striped Korean melons taste like. He said he didn't know. The customers didn't seem friendly. My beat up visor and five inch undyed roots might have been part of the reason. A lady working there was pretty nice when I asked what the Korean rice cakes were. The outsides of the buildings were bleak and charm-free. The sun was searing. I'm afraid of getting more age spots.
Every time I leave the house before sunset it's Sophie's choice: apply four types of sunblock, or just go but get a sunspot. The most likely choice is to blow off everything in the daytime, but get no more sunspots. (I do that a lot--life tasks come and go but an age spot is forever) I can also drive East after 3:00 p.m.
I tried a new Japanese restaurant yesterday. I got there in time for happy hour prices on food. The help was really nice, thankfully. I think the Ahi was previously frozen but at least I finally got there at the right time and tried something new.
. . . I'm so alone and I'm struggling. I haven't slept through the night in years due to neighborhood noise and other issues. I don't function well enough or have enough money to move. I am deteriorating. It sucks. I'm trying to manage but it's not working.
I went to Koreatown to try to get some herbs. The Voice that guides me told me not to do that. It said to go to Chinatown but I thought it was too late in the day. The Korean acupuncturist's office I was headed to was closed. I finally did find the "shopping mall" where it is. The mall consists of warehouse-like structures woven together in a rabbit warren. The parking roads wind through narrow opening in the buildings. The elevator I rode to find out the business was closed was alarming. I went into the Korean supermarket. The produce wasn't in any better shape than elsewhere; maybe worse. They had a slick cafe in there, and a clothes and accessories concession that looked pretty nice. I found Korean rice cakes, whatever they are. I also noticed two foot high stacks of what look like fried Korean rice tortillas in plastic bags. All the times I had Korean friends or ate at Korean restaurants, I never ran across those before. I asked an Asian guy with a toddler what the yellow striped Korean melons taste like. He said he didn't know. The customers didn't seem friendly. My beat up visor and five inch undyed roots might have been part of the reason. A lady working there was pretty nice when I asked what the Korean rice cakes were. The outsides of the buildings were bleak and charm-free. The sun was searing. I'm afraid of getting more age spots.
Every time I leave the house before sunset it's Sophie's choice: apply four types of sunblock, or just go but get a sunspot. The most likely choice is to blow off everything in the daytime, but get no more sunspots. (I do that a lot--life tasks come and go but an age spot is forever) I can also drive East after 3:00 p.m.
I tried a new Japanese restaurant yesterday. I got there in time for happy hour prices on food. The help was really nice, thankfully. I think the Ahi was previously frozen but at least I finally got there at the right time and tried something new.
. . . I'm so alone and I'm struggling. I haven't slept through the night in years due to neighborhood noise and other issues. I don't function well enough or have enough money to move. I am deteriorating. It sucks. I'm trying to manage but it's not working.
