Darn tootin'!

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I got my first load of weights, the 4 one hundred pounders, to the storage unit this morning. I rearranged the place a bit so that I can see myself clear to the other things I want to get there. I think I can get it all in. I may try to have the apartment cleared out, save enough clothes to fit in two suitcases a week before I need to move, then clear out, heading to a couple of places I have either been meaning to go or have recently been invited. It will cut into my savings, but I am better than good. I am flush, as they say, and a little driving and visiting the new extended neighbors might be good for the soul and spirit! Well, the West is rather expansive. Out here, 1,000 miles could be called neighborly, in some circles. Ha!

After seeing to the weight and arranging, I took care of another odd job or two. A check went to the bank and the utility bill was settled online. I love that. I then stopped for a bite to eat at Village Inn. I know there have to be other, local, places to try. And I will get to them. But for now, it was familiar and easy to find. Without sleeping, I am needing to push, and pushing does not give much room to creativity.

It is about time to head over to help with the furniture. I am not sure how much I will do after that, it depends on my (once) neighbor's interests. Shopping for sure, unless his sister wants to do that, shooting if he is not too tired, and then of course, home. I am going to try and stay up until 22:00, maybe 23:00, and then hit it. Tomorrow I will try and call the local LEO trainer and get that started with that unless the neighbor is too tired, then I will try that later this afternoon.

And, I have decided to go into my local church and see if they have any odd jobs. Not for pay, mind you, merely for the doing. I need to get off my butt or I will die on it. Plus, it would be a good way to get my feet wet with the Church. I really do need to attend. I know it. And I really need confession. Not that I have done anything big, but I have done a lot and it has been a while. It is good to let God help clear the baffles so I have fewer ghosts haunting my peripherals. I tell you, when I go into confession, I shake like a baby. I hope the priest does not see it necessarily, though I know God sees all. To me, I know who I am confessing too. It reminds me that hell is merely a turning away away from reality. I know, in that booth, that God is real and present. I will be terrified when I face Him, in the end, but if I do this here, in truth (and there is no way I could walk in there and lie), I think I will be good. Well, of course, if I follow it up in life and in prayer, and in the Eucharist. No, no, that is how I see it. If you have your own way, I am good with that, mostly. Ha. I was called, kicking and clawing, to where I am. If you are called elsewhere, be at peace.

Doh! Gotta run!

Pumpking pie, God speed, and graces!