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Maybe I'll Find Out I left work early and drove to the rental agency to fill out the paperwork, pay the $30 registration and get them started. If they find a unit that I take, they receive quite a bit more, but, given my habit of never moving unless the earth splits open and pours my furniture out onto the street, I think it's worth it. Maybe they'll find something I "really like". What's it worth to live in a place for, say, five years that you "really like" versus you "sorta like"? There are days when you need all the help you can get just to get out of bed in the morning and "sorta like" doesn't pull its share of the weight. I've been sitting here thinking maybe I'd skip writing an entry tonight, but then I found a picture for the banner and thought, well, I've got a picture, maybe I'll write a couple of paragraphs. The photograph is of Lake Merritt, located pretty close to my office. The rents aren't so bad near the lake, maybe because of the rapes and the murders and the robberies or maybe because it's Oakland and its rep or maybe because everybody's worried about the nuclear power plant buried under the lake that they didn't get all the Uranium out of because it sank so fast during the earthquake and the ducks all land on the water but never take off. I don't know. Maybe I'll find out. |
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