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| Middle of nowhere, somewhere north-east of LA |
It was an unplanned trip. I got a call from the property management company in Chico to tell me they found a renter and I could get out of my lease, so I moved a May trip up to March to expedite the process. Then I got an email as we were driving out of Arizona: the guy backed out. Don't repeat don't drive to Chico. I did anyway, so now I'm out and if they find a new tenant to take the lease over, the place is ready and they can just let me know what they did. Apartment leases suck. I signed this 25 page document and only now am I finding out what all is in it. It's all bad . . .
Now that I'm really in Arizona, and have my drivers license and car tag and everything, it is my fervent hope that I can start working on my book. I have two ideas now. All is well. Except I'm not feeling all that ambitious. In my defense, the last few months have been insane and I'm tired.
Still plugging away, though.
Note: Arizona does not require a front license plate, so now my white Ford has a big, basically useless, black plastic rectangle screwed down smack in the middle of the body work in the front of it. (No, I wouldn't call it a bumper. It's just sort of a front area that you can fix if it gets crushed by a bird or a Fiat 500 or something.) I took the plate mount off to reveal three ragged holes where the screws had been attached, so I just shook my head and put the mount back on. Googled it. It's a thing, apparently. There are solutions, all of them either expensive or time consuming, laid out in excruciating detail by the Internet's obsessive/compulsive car community. I looked on Amazon for white duct tape and I'm really kind of amazed that there is no such thing. Home Depot has little white plastic snap on buttons I could use to cover the holes if I am willing to drill them out to a larger size and render them (the holes) useless for anything else. Surewhynot.
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| Rush hour somewhere to the south of Edwards Air Force Base |
I have white duct tape you can have. Got it at Home Depot, probably. Wait, maybe I used it up. Sorry.
ReplyDeleteI missed the whole move to Arizona thing. What was it for, again? Tired of humidity?
Good luck down there. I hope it's happy.
I moved to Tucson because during my Thanksgiving trip down there to avoid smoke inhalation, I met a nice lady, also retired, also widowed, also writing a book, (albeit much more cerebral than anything I might ever come up with,) and we hit it off, so I moved down here to be with her, and, as a bonus, to just plain get away from Chico and the smoke and the prices and the taxes.
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