Yesterday’s busking was entirely made out of FAIL. I made more mistakes, had more lapses in judgement and just generally fucked up more than even my usual. And that’s saying something, I tell you what.
I actually managed to lose money. Jaysus!
The only good news yesterday was that my sweet Fallen Angel managed to jump through the requisite hoops and the Millionair Club is going to give her new glasses. Her prescription is way out of date and her glasses themselves are in bad shape… hot glued together, all out of alignment… you get the picture.
The fact that she was being gifted this needed item made me very happy, not only because neither of us could afford making the very necessary replacement, but also because I had learned of this opportunity via my network, and passed the info on to her. (That would be the real life network in this case, not the digital one.)
Huge blessings on the wonderful friends in my network.
Despite all that, and just to rub salt in yesterday’s wound, when I arrived at the Pike Place Market today I discovered that I’d lost my recently acquired Moisture Festival water bottle.
Dear Universe, that’ll be enough of that, K?
I arrived rather latish to the Market and still only had to wait about a 1/2 hour for my set. This is what’s known in the trade as “a blessing.”
The tips were good and I sold a CD. The upshot being, when I counted my money at the end of the set—$30+ for an hour. Not too shabby for a weird old dude strumming his ukulele, eh?—I decided that was probably good enough, especially since my bus transfer was still good. That’s a savings of $2.50.
Doesn’t sound like a lot to you? Walk a mile in my shoes.
I was just going to go home and call it a WIN. I deserve a WIN every once in a while. srsly.
But wait! There’s more!
I’m now packing up and this couple comes up, money clenched in the fella’s fist, and buys yet another CD.
A $40+ hour? OK then.
What a difference a day makes.