sw00023a-busy.day

Not a Quiet Day Today


even though it began more quietly than usual because
I forgot to set the alarm on my bedside clock, which
normally would not matter/ since I usual awaken an
hour or so before it goes off; but today God said:
Brian needs/ more sleep; so we are going to let him
get some.  I awoke at AM 8:17.  After that, though,
the morning quickly got interesting.  Don't recall
why, but after taking my vitamin C/ I turned my
computer on.  Maybe it was to find my "Symphony"
poem.  It is PM 10:00 now, and not many minutes ago
I did revise its closing lines.  I had set it off 
from the poems surrounding it.  It is on a page in
my documents which I've only begun to edit.  At any
rate, just as I was finishing, the woman who comes
here once each week to help with housework/ called.
She said she would arrive about 9:30, nearly an hour
earlier than she had been arriving; but since I was
expecting a visit from a couple who wanted to see my
mo-ho as they were considering buying it, I told her
it was okay for her to come then.  I had told my
younger sister to send me money, and then not to;
and then this morning I called her to tell her to
send some, but soon changed my mind about that
again.  I am still undecided.  Shortly after the
homemaker left, the couple came.  Back in 1986
Janice and I chose to buy this Redman because we
liked its design.  The kitchen and the living areas
are separated by a counter which has cupboard space
on the kitchen side and a lanky-L shelf toward the
living area side where stools or high chairs could
be placed.  The resulting openness is immediately
attractive to those who have seen it.  That couple
decided before they left that they wanted to buy my
home.  Then the pest control man, who sprays around
the outside of this mo-ho drove up.  I had two glue
traps from his company which I decided to give to 
him, and a plastic bag in which crazy me had put a
dead spider and what was left of a wasp's nest.  Not
long after he left, I called my sister in Missouri
to let her know what was going on.  I think I called
her about four times today.  I also went online for
whatever, which is where I was when the Meals-on-
Wheels man showed.  I attempted to eat and use the
computer at the same time.  I do not oftendo that.
Somewhere amidst what I was doing, I made several
calls, and received several.  One was from the man
who heads an organization which helps people in need
who are under the age of 65.  A doctor I'd had told
me about/ his organization, and I received aid from
it for over four years.  Later the husband returned
to make a down payment.  We worked out a quicky
contract/receipt, which I immediately took over to
the manager's office to get three copies of it made.
There is a catch we both hope will not be a problem,
and that is that my home needs to be inspected for
moveability and whatever else because the buyer
intends to move it out of this county.  I hope the
inspector arrives soon, and that my place passes.
If it does not, however, there is another person 
who wants to buy it, and that person will not be
moving it.
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Tomorrow I go grocery shopping for the last time
here in UF town.



Brian A. J. Salchert