A bit done a bit to do do, some today some tomorrow.

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As usual, nothing happens fast. After calling my sheriff to check the status of my handgun buyers permit, which is in order, I set about finding the source of my problem. Nothing was found on that end, at least as far as could be gathered from those with whom I spoke. Exhausting my connections there, I called the phone number here, given by the gun shop merchant. There is no one to speak with. There is a programmed message indicating the address and hours of service in which to visit. It just gives that simple message and suggests whoever has been turned down visit the office to find out what may be done in the situation.

It is, according to Mapquest, an hour and 40 minute drive. A place in Taylorsville, behind the McDonalds, or so I am told. I rushed to try and get ready to get there. After a quick shower, dressing, and heading out, then stopping for gas, I realized I could make it with 20 minutes to spare if everything went perfectly. I have doubts about perfection. So, instead, I drove Main Street a couple of times and then found a place to stop for a meal.

I believe the place is called the Bumble Bee Cafe, or something close to that. They happen to be the only microbrew station in town, a new place actually still having a sign indicating they are open for business now. Having a good meal the other day really made me want another. I did have one of their draws. I chose their lightest, a blond. I ordered a barbecued rack of ribs, whole. Since it was before 5:00, I had few options regarding sides so I chose fries. Instead of having another beer, I finished the meal with an iced tea. The food was good. But I was disappointed to have a male server. Male servers should never kneel when taking an order, that is teh gay. Sit, if one must, but never kneel. That is a belittling thing, too much so for a real man. However, after some non-verbal correctives, he straightened out and became good enough. My tea was refreshed and often. I am a heavy drinker whatever I drink. As well, I did gain some useful tidbits of data from him. The odd thing is, he knew I was not from Utah. He could not have seen me drive up though, so have seen my plates. The parking lot is not viewable from the main part of the inside of the restaurant. Unless they have security cameras, but why would he have been looking and noticed not only the plates but connected those to me? More data for the data pipe. I will be smoking on all that data tobacco soon.

So, tomorrow I will be driving a little past Salt Lake City. I ought to see if Salt Lake City, or any of it's surrounds, has a store for good spices and herbs. I do not need them now, but I would like to actually make a great Thanksgiving feast for some of those in the apartment complex with nowhere else to go. Perhaps we could all join in and make a real feast for those who cannot go home or do not have a home in which to return. My neighbors in Coralville did that a time or two, or more, for several occasions, and it was splendid. We are, after all, all family. Just ask God. Uhrm, I may not be hear for Thanksgiving. Perhaps I will have to make some more friends to invite over. Well, if all works out. Doh! So much to consider. No plan is safe yet!

I have to go for a 20:00 meeting with the potential renters yet. They sound like a nice couple. Through my several calls, I have spoken with both the husband and wife. A sitting discussion and introduction on the porch, as I hear it, then a brief tour of the home if that goes well. I thought about bringing treats, but that is complicated these days. Some have diabetes, some have low salt requirements, some choose low or not fat, some want... I give. If I get to know them a bit better an we have another occasion to meet, perhaps I will figure something out. I spilled a little on my shirt at meal time. I believe it was just tea but it is refusing to disappear. I will simply change shirts before I go.

Life seems to pass so quickly sometimes, and so slowly at other times. Though I do not believe reality, righteousness, morality, principles, or such are relative, I do believe things of the flesh, things that will pass away, are. Therefore, I do believe time is relative. Not only as individuals, but as a stated dimension. If we do not understand how it is relative, that is irrelevant to the reality of the thing, or anything really. Do you actually know how every piece of your car works? Do you really know every component of your watch and how the digital or mechanical mechanisms interact so as to produce what you see when you look at the device? Do you even understand how your spouse or children think with absolute certainty (do not kid yourself here)? But do they work in spite of your various levels of ignorance? Right, that is reality over knowledge, reason, learning, or anything else. So it is with time. That is my thoughts anyway.

Now I am just waiting for my neighbor to appear on the porch. I want to show him Google Earth, perhaps allow him to ask for some places to be shown for his amazement and delight, and talk to him about the day. He might know about this place I am visiting on the morrow. If nothing else, he can add his cynicism to mine so that in spite of everything ought to being one way, we can both assure each other I will not ever be able to buy that .22 rifle or get a conceal carry permit. *grins* Ah, another cynic. But I think we both like it.