My mentor asked me if perhaps we shouldn't call our landlord, and move to town all the way today. He'd do the final clean-up o' the place, not that there was that much. He told me we could sign the car over to him since we wouldn't need it anymore, and life would be completely stress free for the final 2 weeks and 2 days. No more drivin', since the grocery stores and restaurants were all walkin' distance from the hotel, and no more cleanin' up of any kind beyond a few dishes to wash that we took from home, bein' we weren't into paper plates an plastic eatin' utensils. We discussed it over Meunster cheese on pumpernickle with some really awesome, huge, barely dehydrated dates and creamed black current tay o' the Twinin's variety. I'd miss the runs and walks out back, but where we were goin' in a couple o' weeks was way better than that, so what the Hell?
Sure.
We'd take what little perishable food we had left with us, and leave all unopened jars and cans behind. We'd also be droppin' all our unused clothes at the town's charity shop; not that we had that much, statistically. We'd take off at 10:00 AM, after the mullethead signed the pink slip of the car, wrote 'gift' on the price, and my mentor would drive the thing back here, and do the final touch-ups of the place. He'd run back to the hotel, and that was that. He could do it in about a half hour. He might even be able to make it without gettin' an unplanned shower, bein' it might not rain that much today.
Worked for me. Free fallin' into paradise.
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