Nice people.

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After super, I was moving a little slowly. Speaking with my neighbor helped perk me up though as it usually does. I had to change shirts, use the facilities, get the address and such, and then drive there. I had looked on Google Earth, had the numbers in memory, drove there, and could not find the place. I had to drive home and recheck. Everything looked right, but there was no house at that number! Then I realized, I was using the street number instead of the house number, after just having used the street number to find the right street. I chalk it up to being nervous.

I did finally get there, ten minutes late, but more awake still. I rang the doorbell. I was not exactly sure what to expect though I had some idea having spoken to both husband and wife. And yeah, I do get an idea and a good one from phone conversations. My thoughts were on target. They first showed the house. It is a fine place, full of nooks and with little rooms, both of utility and relaxation, here and there. Though it seems like it is only 2 level from the outsie, it seems to have 3 levels and a basement. None of the rooms are big, and they all seem dispersed and quite separate, yet they are all somehow open and mostly connected. One might be convinced to call it a warren of a house. And, yes, I loved it.

Then we talked for a good bit. They asked questions, as did I, we shared some minor personal information, and simply shared more of a pleasant conversation, as if with friends I had not seen in a long time. It seems they have quite an interesting life. She has taught biology her whole life, though it seems not always here. She is, I believe, retired at this point. He has a degree in biology but never used it, having done a smattering of this and that, and successfully it seems. He now buys, fixes up, then rents or sells houses, probably whichever in the current market yields the best return on his dollars and time. Just from the conversation, I do believe they are quite willing to allow me to move in, without a reference or deposit! And yes, I did discuss my disability. Since it regards my income, I thought it fair. As well, I prefer to be honest. They live in Hawaii half the year. They said they did everything they could, outdoors and such, here locally the first 5 years they were here. They finally started thinking that the winters were getting colder, then finally too cold, so off they went to find warmer winter digs. Should I end up starting school this spring, they assured me that they would allow me to stay until school lets out. Since all I will have is my clothes, essentially, I should be fine that way even if I do not have a house by then. Anything else I might happen to bring over will be minor, as the house is well furnished. And, anything larger, such as weights, can be put back in storage by the time they return in any case. Really, this is a great deal. The garage space is just icing on the cake.

Everything looks good from their end. Now I must speak with the manager at the apartment I am in. I hope she will be helpful, as she said she would be, in finding a new tenant for the time I move, in late September or early October. Though this place is austere, it is also quite busy and I can always hear something from the other tenants. Whether it is an alarm clock, cellphone, television, or just someone coming or going. I do not think it disturbs my sleep to heavily, but it does at times, and it is weird having lived quietly for two years before the recent tenants moved in at the duplex in Coralville. Even then, they were generally quiet and ran mostly on day hours.

During the earlier discussion with my neighbor, he had been talking about bullit lube, for lead bullits of course. (I know bullit looks like a misspelling, but for the crafters of such items, it is the term coin of that kindgom) Fouling is an issue, so he wanted to see what was out there. When we were in Ogden, he had been looking for that but no one carried it. I had meant to do a search before now, but with so many things going on, I could not quite remember it at the right times. I finally did do that. Not only did I find the product I think he had in mind, specifically, I also found another type, and several seriously diy recipes that look simple enough (both no heat and heat treatment recipes). I printed them out and am hoping to notice when he goes to the porch for a smoke. I will give him the goods. Only the Cabela's product would require ordering online, though they might have a phone number too. The rest are either store bought goods or ordered with an order form (which I also printed). Hey, if you are going to try and help, then do it A+.

Another thought about tomorrow. If I get up early, as I have been, and make it to Taylorsville by 13:00 or earlier, I might give the cabin owner a call if there is time on the way back. Not only would it be more sure than the V.A. day, it would free up the day I go to the V.A. for other things, like going to the shop I liked so much to maybe buy that rifle (after I leave the V.A., it is a federal building no matter, and absolutely gun free even for vehicles, if I park on their grounds). I had an associate (not a friend, a liberal too so I was less sympathetic, eat what you vote for I always say) who got in all kinds of hot water for having a gun in his vehicle at the V.A. in Iowa City. Beyond that, that gun shop is also a bike shop. Remember, I said if I get down to 260 I get a bike. I will need a good one. But more than that, and adding to the shop, he is well stocked and has interesting things to look at and some fine long and side arms to peruse.

Well, that is it. I had a mostly successful day, got some shopping done too (but no pickles and I am out!). I will be ready for sleep, or the nap most likely, then I might write a bit later. It is becoming habitual. At least it is not a vice. Is it?