OK, now I can fully cover yesterday’s visit at Ma’s, etc. After we chatted, he took her to church and we washed her car and then ours. They needed it and they still need vacuuming, but we’ll do that some other time.

Then, after he went and brought her back from church, we went out and got something to eat for lunch. We took the food back to the house, though.

Shortly after we ate, we left and went to the library. It looks like I may have another author I like. Her name is Barbara Michaels and she seems to write a lot of ghost stories and thrillers like I like.

Tom also set up the computer to dial the library’s computer. The same one we use there at the library to look up books. We found that several libraries have the new John Saul books I want, so after I finish the two books I got yesterday, we’ll call and see where those books are and go get them. There are bound to be copies checked in at some branch or another.

Later...

It is so beautiful out there right now. Of course, those fucking dogs have to ruin the peace with their fucking barking.

Anyway, Tom did something wonderful for me and it took him no time at all, too. I told him I thought it’d be neat to have my wallpaper and screensavers come up randomly every time I log into my world. You know, the Gloria, Norah and Arizona pictures I have that I change weekly? Well, he did this, but he’s gonna make it more of a surprise for me. Right now, whatever the random screen saver is, will be the next wallpaper. So, tomorrow he’s gonna set it up where I don’t know which picture I’ll get for both wallpaper and the screen saver when I enter my world and the picture of the screen saver won’t necessarily be what the next wallpaper picture will be.

Amazingly, as we get closer to the three-day bullshit, I don’t feel the least bit nervous about it. Maybe that’s simply cuz I know what I’m in store for. No three days of cumming and certainly no baby.

I had a nice and rather funny thought, though. I pictured us finding out I was pregnant right when I found out my parents were to be out here on May 9th and then breaking the news to them and his mom at dinner on the 10th. That’d be the perfect place to do that, too, and Tom and his mom being there would’ve been perfect, as well. His mom would say how happy she was, while my folks would’ve said absolutely nothing. That’s cuz they wouldn’t dare say what they really thought about it in front of Tom and his mom. It’s just amusing to think of how they’d have to strain to keep their mouths shut. That would be such agony for them and so incredibly hard.

On the other hand, as soon as I was alone with one or both of my parents, I’d have to hear all about how they doubted me and had no faith in my being able to handle it and be good at it, face to face.

If I had ever gotten pregnant, I’d have just let Tammy tell them. Hey, they said in their letter they didn’t want to hear about babies, so if God changed his mind (not that he will and I know that), they wouldn’t hear it from me.

Better they are told that kind of news over the phone, cuz that way they can be hung up on when they start getting all negative and prejudging me.

Some car I’ve never seen before pulled up next door. A burgundy sports car. I heard her and the kid get out of the car, but I didn’t see if she was with a woman or Mike and if that’s his latest vehicle to drive. They had their music on very softly. At least I think they did. I couldn’t tell cuz at that same moment that they pulled in, that beat-up Pinto went flying down the street and the music was sooo loud. Next door has never played their music that loud and believe me, they never will. Not as long as they live next to me.

My horoscope said to watch out for trickery and lies on the 16th. I think they mean the 17th-19th. I still just can’t imagine for the life of me, his cumming three days in a row. I know I said that about his cumming in the first place, but I just cannot see it, any more than I can see a kid. It’s just too much too soon. Like he could, and like God would let him go from cumming once every week or two to cumming three days in a row? And me getting pregnant, too, on top of that? Impossible!

If there’s any good in this it's that I know not to get my hopes up. If I were sitting here thinking how wonderful it’s gonna be that he’s gonna get off three days in a row and of the possibility of getting pregnant, I’d really have further to fall. I mean, I’m gonna be angry and hurt enough at Tom (and God), as it is.

So far, the only thing he said for me to do to help him is to let him get all caught up on his sleep on Wednesday.

Later...

I got up this morning at 5:30 and am now tiring down.

There’s to be a good ghost movie on at 8:00 and if I stay up to watch it and don’t go to bed till 10:00, that’d be OK, cuz I’d like to be up at least by 10:30 from tomorrow and on through the 19th.

Andy will be sleeping over next Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights and now he wants me to hem a couple of pairs of pants for him. Yuck! He’s gonna come over before my appointment on Thursday so that I can pin them to where he wants them hemmed, with him wearing them.

We did our taxes today and we’re glad that we can pay them on time. Last year, we owed more than we do this year and it took us months to pay up and we had late fees added on.