Roomie

I am taking in a tenant in my tiny second bedroom. A part of me feels guilty for charging rent for such a small place, but then, that's the whole purpose of the roommate thing, isn't it?

Branden's a young man who works with me at McD's and has so far proven himself to be a dependable and polite person with a kind heart. He started moving his things in last night. I've been working (very slowly) on moving my own stuff out of there since we discussed this about a month ago.

It's one little room, for Pete's sake; how much can be in there? Yeah. Thankfully, he agreed to allow me to keep my camping gear in there. I've decided to take $20 off our agreed amount for that.

Right now, my own closet is packed full with the boxes I still need to go through, and I have stacks of paper and notebooks, etc. piled up under my bed. Since he can use the giant entertainment center I got from Aaron when he moved, that will stay where it is. My antique sewing table now lives in the kitchen. I never sit at the table these days anyway and the sewing table’s on wheels, so if I decide I want to sit at the table, I can just roll it out of the way.

All of this should help both of us out greatly I think. I know for me it will make life less strenuous the next time three things happen to my truck all at once. This past weekend I took it in to get a new battery, an oil change (the first since the new engine went in), and to fix a flat tire. The flat tire went flat again after being "fixed" and now I'm being told they can't fix it. Why couldn't they figure that out the first time? So there's $89 already spent and it will most likely cost me another $100-odd to get the tire replaced. I get to price those out this morning. Yippee.

That said, I guess I better get myself in gear and prepare for battle. I love the smell of napalm in the morning.