It will be done.

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I made a few calls. Having learned that the rental shop is open until 22:00 allowed me the confidence to stick with the task rather than split off and perhaps lose my focus. The room is clear, except for the headboard, which I have no room for. Thankfully, it is metal. I can simply move it as needed. I was a little surprised that I could manage to get the mattress off the bed by myself. It is 16” or 18” thick, and extra heavy duty beyond that. It has no handles, so this was compression lifting. I decided to see if I could carry it to my assigned storage area by myself. Sure enough, I have it, and the rest of the bed, safely stowed. Actually the bed frame was the most painful item to move but that had nothing to do with weight. I am barefoot, and was when moving it. Darn but that is extremely unforgiving metal! Having stubbed my toe several times, dinged my shins a time or two, and cut my fingers and hand a few times, I think I deserve a beer or three! But, not until the carpet is cleaned. Drats, beer might not sound good by then.

I found a place for everything except that headboard, if everything is definitely not in it’s place. I ended up putting the computer and (I think) speakers under the table, everything is mostly out of danger of being tripped over, dropped, or otherwise damaged. It is not pretty, but it is done. I hope I can get the rest of the place in order and that the carpet dries in time for my mother's visit, so she may have a comfy clean place to stay. I have plans to bring steaks for my neighbor family, myself, and my mother if she is coming by then, this Friday. As well, I have plans to go to a gun show Saturday, if only in the morning. I have not received confirmation yet, so I simply cannot be certain. I think I will go to the gun show either way, if my Mom lets me. Ha! Back to that, I guess, but she is my Mom, a guest, and such. Oh, and she is a woman too. Those dratted women keep telling me what to do, and mostly, I listen (if I do not always obey, urhm, once they are out of sight). If I do not fear men, I do fear women. Gnarly critters, with teeth, and the EYE, and things like that. And the roar that hurts my ears, and... and... and stuff like that! I know why a bear might back away from wolverines and badgers... oh, and the claws... Yikes!

Well, I think it is about time to make myself presentable, go find a place which allows grumbling stomachs, and smack down some solid food fuel, pick up some groceries, the vacuum and supplies, dominate the carpet, and then decide about a beer or four. And remember, never drink alone. I drink two beers in a big glass so I am not drinking alone and because my doctor wanted me to cut back to one beer (it is all in how you slice the pizza, pie, or cake?). No, my doctor never told me to cut down. Though, pretty much, they recommend, what, 2 ounces of meat (if you must), a couple bushels of grain (BEER!), and a basket of fruit. No, I do not think so. If I wanted to stupidify myself, I would become a doctor! Bother… They cannot even be believing what they are suggesting, because they could not possibly follow their own orders.

Do not worry, doing a bit of work gets me a little excited. Hmm, sort of like drinking. Oh well. I am just being goofy today. You need not follow my wisdom to the letter this day, we will see about tomorrow. *grins* It is a gas, all of it, even the tail end for supper part. Well, maybe not that last. Then again?

I am quite excited, not just with the work nearing completion, but with the prospects of buying a home, settling into a quiet and respectable state, and figuring out what to do from then on. Some of the places I am looking at, strongly, have outhouses, for horses (most have plumbing:p) I have always wanted a horse, something small like a Clydesdale, Belgian, and the like. Something which would be like me, and fit me better. Although with mountain riding in mind, I might need to be careful in choosing the right horse. Just think, a midget on a tiny pony! Oh, and though it would be interesting to have armor, do no expect that. It is not quite my thing, anymore, unless I happen upon some top of the line modern body armor. But I cannot quite see using that on a Belgian. Nice camo armor to deflect the light of the sun as I seek seclusion? No, no, no… it does not quite fit the fairy tale scene, does it.

Enough day doodling, I best get cleaned up and on my way. I had best pick up the vacuum first, meals have a way of talking me out of work. Being halfway through by picking up the vacuum though, yeah, I can then finish. Good evening.