Prospecting

Here's a housing prospect that's a bikeable distance from RCC in a neighborhood with well-kept old houses, sidewalks, and big trees (just none at THAT house in particular):

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It's also near a TJ's and a Clark's health food store (sister store to the Loma Linda one where I go for Amy's soups and Cascade Fresh yogurt. and Kettle Chips, but that's beside the point).

Between that kitschy kitchen, the stylish paint job in the pool table room, and the red ribbons beneath the windows, I'm hoping that the house is owned and inhabited by a middle aged gay man. In any case, I will make inquiry by phone tomorrow.

Altima is loaded with old clothes for delivery to Shirley's (and from there to Hoving Home).

Mitchell was informed of my plans to evacuate Davidson Street tonight. He also tasted his first gooseberry jam (via scone) and helped me invent a marinade for some tuna steaks (they were outrageously good, restaurant-worthy even). And we played Debussy and talked at length about all kinds of things, including my plans to move. The first thing he said was "But you're going to stay in the general area, right?" and he asked that same question several more times in the course of our discussion. I assured him that I would be, at least for now. And I'm glad there will be something to miss about CA, if that makes any sense.

I'll give my notice to Semi on the 1st and hopefully move into something during July while Dad and I finish up here. Dad can have my Southwest credits if he needs them to get here. If he doesn't get here, his stuff is getting left at Davison Street for Semi to haul to a dump. I am a cruel and heartless daughter.

And that is where we are today -- well fed and well planned. Wish me the strength to carry it all out! Literally, in the case of the furniture and such.