Tom went over to his Ma’s house to take her to church, this Easter Sunday. Mary and Dave were there and Tom brought back the caps and connectors Mary had for me. Ma also sent some fruit juice back with him for me.

I went to call Tammy and Lisa answered. She said it was 70º, but that tomorrow it was to be 30º with a snowstorm. Typical New England. I still laughed at her, anyway. Tammy said she didn’t know if it was an April Fool’s joke by the meteorologist or what.

Tammy also said that she and Bill were out cutting wood for next winter. I reminded her that if she lived out here, she wouldn’t have to worry about that shit.

I think I’ll go call AOL and see what they say.

Later...

I would’ve done a lot more writing a lot earlier, but I spotted a bee in here, so I had to have Tom take care of that. There were also little spider tents set up along the outside patio ledge, so I raided those, then swept away their little campsite.

We were supposed to spend time together, but I guess he found a movie he’d rather see. Him and that TV, I swear. I think he watches more TV, than he does computer work, even though computers are his #1 thing.

I checked both Norwich and Springfield weather forecasts and Norwich doesn’t say anything about snow, but they’re to get a lot of rain. Same with Springfield, but Springfield is going to get snow on Tuesday. Their average high is gonna be between 32º-38º and their average low is gonna be between 25º-29º. I called Andy and left him a message about that, so he can laugh at them, while we have our dry, beautiful days of 80+º.

Now for some good news. I woke up at 104! Once again, though, as soon as I’d been up for about an hour, I was back to 106. You zigzag when you lose or gain weight. You tend to hit a lower number very briefly a few times, before holding down at it. Any time now, I’ll hold 104 for a while, though.

It feels so good to be off that Aerobid, which was such a big mistake. I don’t miss being so emotional and moody. I was moody at all times of the month. Now, here I am about 4 days away from my period and I feel fine. Yup, I’ve definitely felt the best overall, both physically and mentally since being out here. I know I’ll never have a child, but at least I feel so much more at peace and happier and content. I want to do more things that I really really want to do, but if I must only do what I’ve been doing for the rest of my life, it could be much worse. Anything’s better than my back-east life. Or moods of such depression where I feel I want to drop dead. I also know I’ll never have that full-time sex life, but again, things could be worse.

Later...

I didn’t know this, but Tom wanted sex right after the movie which ended a half-hour ago. Just as it ended, I went to listen to music for a half-hour, so we only had time for him to go down on me, but not to screw. If he wanted sex bad enough, he should’ve come and got me. My stereo’s not going anywhere, but you know how he is. He can do without.

And he thinks he’s gonna cum 2-3 days in a row like he promised? What a joke! Why does he make promises he can’t keep?

Still, I enjoyed his going down on me.

There’s an Oleander tree out back that Tom’s gonna kill cuz it’s poisonous. He says it could hurt Bunny if he chewed its leaves. Tom noticed Bunny chewing the bark of it for the first time, so he hacked a lot of it up and will finish killing it in the next couple of days, he says. Hopefully, that doesn’t really mean weeks or months.

We took pictures, too. I took one of the front of Piggy and Bunny’s cage as well as one from the side, so you can see how long it is. Then Tom took a couple of me in my new sundress, feeding the birds. All the other bird pictures I had taken didn’t have any of them eating off my hand while I was standing. I stood to the side a little, so the length of my hair could be shown, too. We also took a picture of Bunny and Piggy sitting side by side outside on one of the white plastic chairs, right by the flag. Then one of Bunny running across the yard.

We ran out of film before we could take one of Gizzy, but now that he’s awake, I’ll take his picture with the new roll we loaded. I wanted to shoot him running on his wheel. Meanwhile, we’re having two rolls developed. Some of these pics will be from when we went to CA.

Later...

It’s just about 9:00 and it feels like it’s around midnight, for some reason. Anyway, I want to write about a couple more things before I start unwinding and relaxing with the last book Ma gave me.

We shot some pictures of Gizzy, but we aren’t sure if they’ll come out OK. Shooting through the glass, probably created a nasty glare.

To my utter amazement, I haven’t heard those dogs, but I just now shut off the fan, so I’m sure I’ll hear them and need to turn it right back on. Although they are outside 24/7, they’re heard more in the daytime during the winter months and at night in the summer months. Nonetheless, there’s one more thing I’m going to do to attempt to get these dogs to shut up. Yes, I know it’ll do me no good. Yes, I know God will get me for it, but I feel the need to do this. Although anything’s better than the bass and although I almost never hear next door, I’m fed up with these dogs. I’ve been fed up with these dogs and since I don’t know anyone who’ll shoot them, the only thing I can think of is to slip a letter in the mailbox of that cop across the street. I know I should tell myself, hey, at least you’ve been able to sleep. There are worse places and worse noise than this, but it’s always one thing or another no matter where you live unless you live in a house that doesn’t have so many houses so close to each other. Aside from that dog that had that screaming, shrilly bark, I’ve never heard such fierce, loud, grating, obnoxious barking anywhere I’ve ever lived before. These dogs can be heard loud and clear throughout the whole fucking house. Having a peaceful day in the backyard is a dream. I can’t even hang up laundry in peace.

Now I know that this cop won’t do shit about it and I know that God will punish me for it like I said. And in the extremely unlikely event that the cop did do something about it, God will go and do something else, I’m sure. Bring back the bass, or whatever. I know I could be asking for worse trouble, but like I said, I feel I need to do this, even though I’ll get no results and I’ll get punished.

Naturally, I won’t tell Tom about it. He acts like all neighbors are saints who can do no wrong, and if they do, how dare you complain about them! He’s normally more sensitive than most women, let alone most guys, yet he once made the comment, “Those dogs don’t bother anyone.” 

Oh, so I don’t count? He never heard me say how much they bother me? He never heard that old lady Gloria say they bothered her when she bought something when we had our tag sale? Please!

Well, I basically got right to point in that letter to the cop. I said I didn’t want to give my name, cuz I didn’t want the people I was complaining about to know it was me making the complaint. I told him that I tried calling about this problem and that I just got the runaround. And how they said I had to have 3 other neighbors complain along with me and that I couldn’t remain anonymous. I told him that he wouldn’t hear the dogs as much as I do cuz of where his house is, but that it was horrendous and that I felt I had nowhere else to turn.

He’ll know it’s me. Somehow, someway, I just know it, but I hope to hell he doesn’t come to the door here.

Again, God is really gonna get me for this. I said it before and I’ll say it again: God may bless some that murder, but to him, my writing this complaint is a major no-no. I still have to do what I have to do. He can stop me from having a child, but he can’t stop me from writing this note.

Andy’s not the only one that’s having a problem with neighbors. From what he’s told me, he hasn’t had too many problems with other people’s noise. He’s a pothead and sleeps through anything. He’s about as much of a heavy sleeper as I was when I was on the “tranks.”

Some girl that lives in a nearby complex that’s one of God’s typical abusive moms, came over to ask to use his phone. He told her no, cuz he didn’t know her and he also had to leave soon for work. At that time, she was nice about it and even said, “God bless you, anyway.”

Then, he was cutting through her druggie, low-life complex cuz he used to know someone who lived there and she called to him. Then she called him all kinds of names, cuz she couldn’t use his phone and told him not to cut through “her” complex cuz of it. All this was at 1:00 in the morning, right in front of her 7-year-old son. Way to go, God! God really knows how to pick ‘em. Mothers, I mean. So, he didn’t say anything. He just let her get it out, then he returned home.

So, he wanted me to beat her up, cuz he felt she deserved to be knocked down a peg or two. Well, I agree. And I also agree that her son should be taken away from her.

I told Andy, though, that this drugged-up crazed bitch didn’t threaten him or do anything to him or to his property, so I’d just let it go. If she did try to hurt him or his house or car, that’d be different and yes, I’ll fight for him in that case. He asked me what I’d do and I told him that if someone yelled at me every now and then, OK. But if someone yelled at me all the time, or threatened me just once, just once, I’d be all over them at that point. Also, if someone tried to do something to our house or to Tom. Andy did bring up a point, though. He said that if I had been him, I’d have gotten so pissed that I’d have decked her. Then I thought about it and I realized - he’s probably right. Cuz that would’ve brought back some very uncool memories for me. As a rule, though, I like the other person to strike first, cuz then I have an honest, fair, legit and legal reason to swing back. If I had been in his shoes, though, I’d no doubt have said something like, “Yeah? You wanna fight about it?” And then if she had backed off, I’d have backed off. If she had swung, however, I’d be swinging back in a frenzy.

He said that at first he was angry when he went back home, sat out front, and thought about it. Then he felt pity for her.

Well, I hope he has no more encounters with this sick bitch, cuz then I will be over there to take care of it.