We got up slightly after 5am today to go to the Foothill Onizuka DeAnza Ham Radio Fleamarket. It was ok, not great, since I am in anti-acquisitive mode right now– too many extant unfinished projects. Got a spool of recycled copper wire for a buck, will try to cordon off the lemon basil plants against the Snail Hordes. *Four* new bean plants up along the fence. Should try those too.
I like the new hamfest site much better than either of the others, since I can walk over to Coffee Society and read the paper for an hour or so while Mike picoanalyzes all the offerings.
Reading said paper, I found that the Stanford Cancer Center was offering free screenings for skin cancer today from 9am to noon. It was only 10am-ish when Mike picked me back up, so we headed over there. I checked out OK– many little fribbles and wibbles, but all of types that they say aren't worrisome. Mike has one of his standard little skin thingies that needs freezing off so it doesn't turn into anything annoying. Considering that our dermatologist is out of network for our insurance, it was a lucky find– saved us each his $90-ish exam fee. Yay.
Lunch, errands (not enough of them, errandstack still largely unpopped), home to read the 3 comics from my Lee's folder (2 Usagi's, 1 Finder, no GirlGenius yet bah), watered the little trees and big planters, read books on the couch with the Booster (How to Retire Happy, Wild, and Free, by the guy who wrote The Joy of No Work), and then got sucked into BizLand and Death by a Thousand Forms.
That which I downloaded and/or filled out, that can be filed now that I have my Inc papers (and CA corp registry number) back from the state:
Mike is outside putting mobile radio installation into the Echo, after I put if off for several months thinking I'd have time to do it myself (ha). Geek cred takes a hit, but at least I'll be able to hit the Palo Alto machine again, which I can't easily do with a handheld where I hang out these days.
Snack of orange-flavor fizzy water plus ounce of brie seems ages past… snack of HMR bar plus glass of milk was eons previous… time to seek dinner.
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