Incredible though it may seem, people give me money to pay the flute. Japan is a very strange country. Yesterday we played at a shopping mall.
Anyway there is something very different having used bills shoved in your hands to the number you see on salary slips. It is like real money and I feel I can spend it on whatever. I get enough to buy new tires for my truck. Up early and I am the first person at the tire shop in Ishikawa. There is some confusion as the guy wants to charge me what I believe to be too much.
Some discussion reveals that he thought my car was the swanky one with big wheels near my truck. It is rare for non-Okinawans to drive HiJets. I feel like a working class hero. Good thing that we got that sorted out before I strolled off,
otherwise some poor person would have come back to their car to find all the tires had been changed.
I then practice towing the boat. This is a lot of fun.
I really love to have a project and this one is coming close to fulfillment. I have the boat. The boat is registered. I have the truck with tires and a hook to tow the boat. I have a dream island fishing port just a kilometer up the road. I do not yet have permission to launch from there but things are looking good. This where I head with truck and boat.
I then spend the afternoon trying to reverse my boat around bends and into parking spaces. It is very difficult. I used to drive tractors and trailers in my youth but I appear to have completely lost the ability. I hope to have got enough hours in so there will not be too much humiliation when I have to do it for real. There is a very expansive open space beside the port that is perfect for jack-knifing a boat and truck. There are also birds.