Time is ticking and the work is taking more time than I thought.

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Bit by bit, I am doing this and that. With only a few weeks, perhaps I am going to really have to push. While that sounds good, I am not sure I can push. I hate this. I will get done what I can, and if need be, I will just have to talk to my landlord. However, that is a problem, as I will need to make sure I can get a truck for hauling this stuff. I have had no luck finding anyone to help, so it is just me. I may have to load myself, as well. It will be tough but that is the way of it.

I do need to eat, now and then. To that end, and with my mother's advice and memory, I have found the chile powder my grandfather used to use, and then ordered some. While I was at it, and since my clothes are looking a bit shabby, I ordered some Cabela's jeans (their classic fit works perfectly for me) and some Duluth Trading Company no-polo polo shirts. If I cannot find an apartment by the time I get there, I will need to look decent when I start knocking on doors.

I may have found a place. I cannot be sure yet, though. We have been passing information back and forth. The place is wonderful. It is more than I need, but it would be an apartment-sitting deal anyway. I would happily keep to one bedroom, the kitchen, and one of the bathrooms, avoiding all other areas like the plague. And, if I can find a decent place to eat or three, I will leave the kitchen alone as much as possible. Almost two months of searching and I have nothing, really, to show for it. Since my landlord is gone, I do not even have a reference, or a recent one. Bah!

Back to it. I need to do some shopping and then start tearing more of the furniture down and figuring out how to pack it best. And, hopefully, later, I can mow and speak with my neighbor. I am not sure if he will be able to help pack or drive out, some things may have changed. There will be only one way to find out though, so I best steel myself for whatever may be said in that conversation.

Have a good day. Lock up those front and back paws, like a cat on a screen door, caught in the wind. Whatever may happen may hurt, probably will, but hanging on just feels good for the moment. *clamp!*