Done, done, scheduled, done, much better, ongoing but wel...

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So much to do! Everything, I think, has been hit on. Some things are completed, quite a number of events are scheduled, and my hand is in a much better way.

I received the quote for repairs today. I was a bit surprised at how low it was actually, coming in at slightly over $700. After some discussion, repairs are planned for Monday morning. An all day event it seems. All good by me. Next, I got the oil change and checkup done today, if I was 15 minutes late. While I was waiting, I strolled to a nearby bookstore, an event I used to do much more frequently.

With the queerification of book stores, and art in general, the dearth of good modern writing, and all the other jazz, I had lost interest. I saw, again, why I no longer go upon entering the place. Still, I looked around. Ignoring feminist vampires and queer super heroes, I headed to a section of books related to classic high art. Printed in China, the first book said. Moving on, I noticed a section about Utah. Something might be there. I first fingered and let my eyes discover some of a book about canoeing and kayaking on Utah flat waters, or was it broader to include even some whitewater? That is not my thing, or yet, still I lingered. Then I moved on. Some history of towns and areas in the state. Interesting to be sure. And in time, something to pursue as leisure time arrives. Maps, of course, took some of my attention. And then I found one, then another, book on my list.

The hitchhiker's guide to Utah! Well, not quite. The first book I saw was a hikers guide to Uintah area. That is not far off, so I scrolled over the cover and sipped some of the pages. Interesting, close, but too far for regular visits and too limited in scope. Perhaps there was some other book there, something more general and yet more specific in some ways. At first it looked like there were simply two of the books I was holding, but a second look identified the other tome to be missing Uintah and simply having Utah listed. A brief look let me know this was the book for me. The guide even indexed the various trails according to interest, such as canyons, flowers, geology, and more importantly experience and capacity of the hiker(s)! I now have a guide for, perhaps weekly?, excursions.

After this, a trip to my home town to set up my mail service. So much like where I was raised. The small little post office, the kindly lady behind the counter, and a friendly greeting. After some greeting, introductions, and some minor chatter, we got to work. She even found a box high enough that I do not need to bend at all. We set the thing up, filled out a change of address card mostly (I still need to complete that and turn it in), and ID and some signatures, a transfer of keys, and the deal is set. I still need to take in closing papers in order to verify my name to the given address. She made sure to let me know to have my mail addressed to the post box and NOT my street address. Having come from just such an arrangement growing up, I assured her I would do so. Though I suggested that there would still be material coming in from financiers and such to the street address as I had no address but that up to this point. Though, I also suggested I would ameliorate the situation as soon as possible. Uhrm, I did not use that term. I think she would have looked at me a bit askance, then started thinking of me as a "funny guy" sort... or worse. Ha!

After that, a mostly pleasant drive back to my current abode. I think I missed the call from the representative of the Knights of Columbus, but I still do not have the name and address of the storage unit. Being a little tired though, I decided instead to research chiropractic clinics. I found little of use online, so I went by when the doctor (clinician?) was licensed, preferring middle over old or young. Oh Noes! He's ageist! Pshah... Right! I have set up an appointment for 10:00 am in the morning.

Now, to get that address and the name of my storage company. I think I can do that online as well. I do not know the number, however. That is no problem as I know where it is in the complex and I will need to be with them as it is keypad restricted and I will not give that out. As well, it might simply be easier to meet somewhere where people can park, we can take just a few vehicles including the hauling truck, and proceed that way. A big lot, like one Wal-Mart has, far from the store, should do? Yes, I think so. There simply is not good parking at where I am staying or at the storage facility.

And finally, my hand... Oh my what a splint and good bandaging does to help and prevent extra pain! I may not be genius, but I can be practical. Though the pencils would have worked, these bamboo slats are perfect. They are strong and yet flexible, perfect for splints, and with an added natural curve that surrounds the finger as well. Of course, I have the Mr. here to thank for that particular stroke of genius. I have a top and bottom one. I think that was my problem yesterday. PAIN! I could not feel all of it but it was quietly digging into my life and psyche. PAIN! It was there, and is still here. But my head is now above the threshold, not down below in animal land.

Well, it is getting done. One job after the next, one project at a time, even on top of being incapacitated and disabled, it is going like clockwork, if not the timing and way I intended. I am off to, maybe?, feed my face... Oh, after finding the address to the storage shed. They will want that anyway, even if my meet and consolidate plan goes forward.

Have a great day!