I arose slowly this morn. Stiff, sore, and tired, I finally pushed or pulled out of the sublime firm yet gently bed. The down pillows still whispering a lullaby, the warmth of the blankets suggesting there was still a place for me, I resisted and entered the day. The day did not rocket off into immediate work and success, but the flow from asleep to awake and functioning was solid and kind. After a mere half hour, I had set out my plans for the day and started to gather my wits and my goods, dressing and grooming, and finally grabbing a tangelo to eat.
There had not been many of the items my friend had asked me to price, so I decided that would be the first place of business. I arrived with some nervousness, and headed back to the area I had seen them. A bit of shock and a upset feeling struck me as I came to the spot I had initially seen these items. However, I seemed to remember a palette lifter near them and then I remembered getting a sense that these were going to be moved. I did not see them being moved, but I just got that sense. So, I looked around just a bit for the palette loader, and then headed toward it. I could not see if the items where near, as everything was tucked well into the isle and there was something blocking my view. Yes, the items were there, and so I grabbed two. I had thought to pick them up and just carry them to the check out counter. Now, I think I could have done it but that action would have been neither safe for me or others, nor seemly in any fashion. So, I grabbed two of the objects, placed them on the palette lifter, and headed to the register, with some care even so.
It was a bit of a task to get these items loaded, then to drive carefully to my friend’s place, and deliver them. Just by chance, they were awake and about ready to leave. As such, I was able to find exactly where the items were desired, and to hand my friend the receipt. “Is Friday early enough to pay for these?”. Of course, you my dear readers, know I am giving as I can be. And, there is no real difference between Friday and today, as I have a small amount of extra cash (for the trip, among other things). So, in even more honesty, what my friend saw as a favor was not a favor of cost to me. As a fact, if that is a real burden, I am going to offer that they pay half this payday and half next payday. What are friends for?
So, having that done, I decided to head to the library. As I was on the street and about to turn into the library, I realized I had been considering music information. With a fine local music store right there, on the other side of the street, I decided to go there first. I spoke with a younger gentleman tending the register. He seemed knowledgeable, so I gave him the lead, only from time to time asking a question or suggesting a need or wish. He was a well of good information. From pricing to an email contact with the lady who would be offering the lessons. I may contact her, in advance, however, I am not planning to begin lessons again until after I return from Colorado and Nevada and see what the damages are. But, I probably, as I said, will be writing her shortly.
After that excursion, I again set my sights upon the library. There is a good deal of remodeling going on, both inside and outside. There is nothing seriously impeding access, yet, trying to figure out where to go takes just a moment of guesswork, then leg work. After a first shot zeroing on the correct door needed for entrance, I made my way into the main chamber. Looking around just a wee more, and the front desk was located and approached. A brief discussion ended with me leaving empty handed, if informed. I am living in the area, to be sure, but I am not registered in the area. I find many reasons not to advocate the socialism and communism herearound and choose to maintain a student residency only here. However, a utility bill (recent) with my name and local address should suffice. This empty handed retreat was actually just a lack of foresight on my part. I honestly should have know this, considering it is a government and a local institution, and knowing my residency situation (a distinct choice, by the way). Well, perhaps tomorrow, or later this week. Though she did indicate that they will be closing shop for several weeks in order to complete the renovations surrounding the building and grounds, but I did not catch the exact day. I am thinking she said Thursday, so... the sooner the better or I might lose track. Oh well, I might start some research online, though I would rather do any actual research based on books. The internet might provide me with a better background from which to begin my classic research, not a bad thing.
It has been a hot day. I have begun to get very red faced, more so at times, but nearly beat red at the upper end. It is a bit the sunshine, a bit the heating of my body, and something else. I look red enough that I get the strangest looks. No, I am not burning as this is only the sunshine while driving and then going into the stores these last two days. And, I am not having some physical problem, no hyperventilation, sun stroke, or any of that. It is just a personal oddity. Oh, and I can handle the heat while I am awake, at least as well as anyone (if I like it less than most). I just cannot sleep when it gets 70 to 72 or warmer.
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