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I am about ready to empty the bedroom completely. I might even have a place to put the bed. But actually moving it, and the dresser, is another matter. Have no doubt, I could yank the things out, if they were merely mass. But I have a tendency, when using brute force, at overkill. I may have to see if my neighbor is available in the next few days. I hate to bother him right now, he has the in-laws visiting. But I do not wish to delay too long. So, I think, in the morning, I will check his availability. Which means tonight I should see if I am able to locate and purchase some sliders and a pair or two of forearm forklifts. I might as well check on a number of other moving supplies. Which means, now that I am thinking about it, a few measurements for the mirror to see if they have a specialty box and bubble warp for that. I am glad I blogged this, even if your eyes are crossing with boredom. Hmm, I had not thought about where to put the dresser until now. That might take some thought.

I visited my lady friend earlier, with soup and well wishes. I decided on a neat flower for her. It had two huge leaves, like floppy rabbit ears, smallish and quite delicate white flowers, some just breaking out of their buds, and the green of it was a deep rich green. She smiled! She looked a little ill, but the smile helped. I also let her know if she needs anything else I am happy to help. Sometimes, if it is just a favor, I ask for reimbursement. This was a care package and I do not require reimbursement for that. Beyond, I know she is having some serious financial difficulties. I think she is trying to buy her own tiller for her work. If it was just work for free food, I would not be so happy. But working in that garden is like computing for me. And, she likes to do a good job and to have the tools, her own tools, tools she can rely upon, to do that job. I cannot knock that.

As must be assumed, I made it to the store. I remembered all the material for the chicken stock, the spices I wanted minus fresh garlic If I did get garlic granules, I forgot two things. The list, as usual, was left at home right where I put it. I remembered right where it was when I was at the store. I also forgot the main ingredient in the creation of some stock… the chicken. I have to go out in any case, so I will stop at the store again. It is not out of the way if it is another stop. Some times, I just have to laugh. In some things I am absolutely predictable.

I have spent some of my day searching for Catholic churches in the area I will most likely be moving. It was surprisingly difficult. I have some doubts about Ask.com. They kept trying to be the main page, and side linking to the links they provided. And more, I think they either limited the pages or partially hindered the pages (some sort of censorship?). Perhaps it was Firefox though too. I have come to doubt that browser. Something odd was going on. In any case, I ended up linking directly to Yellow pages, Google map pages, and letting my fingers do the walking. I think I will have some choice of where to lay my religious head should choice be required. I also found a few monasteries to visit when I become a more settled man.

I will explore that state well I do believe. There is so much to do, there is a major city, or three, nearby, lots of little towns, plenty of open country, and the state has quite a history. There are mountains, rivers, lakes, plains, valleys, and desert. They seem to have all seasons, from winter to fire days. Where I will be moving, there is probably quite a bit of activity as well. There is a college nearby (agricultural, so, hopefully, a bit more conservative in nature). Though I am no youngling, I certainly have interests in many of the things younglings are more prone to do. From climbing to diving, fishing and camping, and I would guess shooting and hunting. Perhaps I might try parachuting or hang-gliding, who knows? I will have to get in some kind of shape though. I will have to get back to swimming and working out. I may not be able to do it as I had been, but if I can get in some kind of regularity when I can, I think in time I will do fine.

Yes, there is some hope. It is a lesser hope. Then again, can a hope be lesser? One never knows, I might find a way to experience my wants, find a way to capitalize on what I can do, and expand my life in a different direction. If nothing else, I will enjoy being in a place I find peaceful and good. Now, to call my Mom, talk to my lady friend, call about the rental, do a little shopping, and then rest my head and let it all congeal. It will work out, well, I think.