Maybe it is the epidemic - or maybe it is my age (does turning 80 make you want to buy a Ferrari?) Whatever the reason, I have started cleaning out the garage and other storage places. We rented a small storage space in town and have made 2 moving trips now.
Originally, I planned to buy a big storage shed for our house. All that stuff would go inside the shed. Sheds are expensive. It is impossible to move a shed into our backyard - too many trees and ditches. Years ago when we lived in Ardmore, I bought a shed from Sears and built it myself - a metal shed. Then, when we left for Amarillo, I tore it down and moved it with us. It would not fit in our backyard properly. I had to cut a hole in the roof to go around a tree trunk. In Pflugerville, I built another shed - wooden with shingles. That was fun. I'm probably too old to climb on top of a shed and install shingles now.
So, over the years, I have done nothing. No shed = just junk in the garage. Not good. What I want to do is have a big, ole garage sale -But (there is always a but) living out in the wilderness, me thinks it would be a worthless activity. Moving will continue. My goal is to have my car inside the garage by Thanksgiving. It is good to have a goal. Never had a basketball goal. Never knew a ghoul.
The process of renting a storage unit was involved. The manager had a process - we followed the process - I believe she had memorized the paragraphs recited. Of course there was a contract. I could not sign the contract in the office; one can only sign the contract online. Yes, Online. Later at home, I signed the online contract. Go Figure. An online signature is considered more valid than signing, in person, in ink, in the office, in front of witnesses. Go Figure.
A little aside: I've learned over the years that old people should be near an excellent hospital. You never know what may happen. Competent medical care is a positive. There is probably nothing wrong with our hospital in Corsicana. I don't know. I have excellent local doctors. It is logical that being near a Level III hospital (or whatever they are called) - this has to be a good idea. So, we are working on our brains to justify moving to better area. We are 20-25 minutes from our hospital now. If I get bit by a snake, the nearest anti-venom is in Dallas - that would be a helicopter ride. Sumpin' to think about.
It took so long to get the unit rented, we decided to eat at CiCi's pizza - a functional pizza place. It use to be better. Now, they won't let us get our own salad or pizza. I find this over-kill. I've been several places that give you gloves and let you have-at-it. I prefer to have-at-it. This young girls behind the counter have no concept about how many cherry tomatoes make a good salad. It is painful. the pizza is okay. Not much variety since the epidemic: in pizza and the salad. We struggle forth.
I'm sitting there eating my pizza - wait, first - I have this diabetic problem. I can only eat so much pizza because of the carbs. I did have my 6 months medical checkup last week. My A1C is 7.0 right now. this is an improvement. Six months ago, I was a 7.6. I know that most people don't understand the A1C thing. That's okay. If you get diabetes, you'll learn. Back to CiCi's. I should only eat 3 pieces of pizza. My wife gets by on only one; and, she is not diabetic.
To make things better, I usually get 2 of each kind that I eat. Then I scrape off the topping from one onto the other one. It makes a better piece of pizza; I can tell you. Years ago, we were traveling from Austin to Houston stopping in the town of Columbia at a CiCi's. That is where I learned the trick. There were these 4 BIG boys (teenagers) sitting at a big table. Beside each was a pile of pizza crust, no toppings. These guys were getting pizza, eating the toppings, and piling the crust. I'd guess each had a foot tall pile of crust. Now, I don't have that kind of nerve.
Sitting there - at the sparse crowd - I noticed that I was the only male in the place that did not have facial hair: mustaches, beards, massive side burns, you name it. Does make me special? At least you can admit that I am a minority.
This brings me to my last observation. The TV was on - no sound - but on. Nobody in CiCi's was watching TV. The only one I could see was a football game. It had to be a rerun. What college plays football at noon on a Monday? I could read the teams: Western Carolina was playing Liberty. I mean nothing bad when I say that I don't know anything about these two colleges. That should be no surprise.
I know there is a Western Michigan and North Texas State - so forth. Western Carolina bothered me. We have North Carolina and South Carolina. There is no state named West Carolina. Is Western Carolina found in North or South Carolina? Shouldn't it be named Western South Carolina or Western North Carolina? Presumptuous to just be called Western Carolina - it seems to me.
Question: is there a Western Dakota College? How about a Western South Dakota State? Or a Northern South Dakota State? Southern North Dakota State University? Can you see the possibilities here? Lots of questions. South Dakota Western University. I love this. If I truly wanted to know, I look it up. Some questions don't need to be answered - just asked.
over and out