Well, it looks like we’re gonna be seeing a U-Haul real soon that comes with a tall, skinny, bald freeloader. I knew it was just a matter of time.

No cock and Caddy this morning. Just a white car. I don’t know how long they were there, but the cock’s parked out on the street now and there was a white van, but it just left. No music, but still, why would the cock be there at this hour on a Friday night if he weren’t there to say, “I love you. Let’s make nicey-nice. It’s Friday night. Let’s fuck, kiss, and make up, and I’ll come back to live here and slam doors for next door. Among a few other things.” Well, come on, cock! I’ll just have you and your bitch evicted. Well, maybe it’s here for some other reason. Maybe the kid got sick. I doubt it, though. I think that whoever was in the white van helped to bring some of his stuff back, then they left them to screw each other’s brains out. So, now I can go back to not knowing what to expect when a weekend rolls around, but if he’s not gone by 1 AM (these people are night people) then that’ll be saying that yes, my theory about his being there is right. Or there’s a 98% chance I’m right.

The dog vibe’s gone kind of dormant for now, and the September change vibe’s fading, too. I could bet $100, though, that that cock will be back by September.

Later…

Yeah! Bye, bye, cocky! I just went and looked, and it’s gone. Still, a visit this late worries me. That’s awfully late to be coming over to see the kid or to discuss child support or anything like that.

As I just told my folks in my email to them, it looks like late September is when we’ll be there. I just hope they get the fires under control that they’ve been having due to extreme heat. Thank God my ma smokes outside! I’m not looking forward to this trip. That I won’t lie about. The flying will be the highlight of the whole trip. Things are different now than when I was last there in 1989. I’m not a heavy sleeper sleeping alone. I’m a light sleeper sleeping with a husband who’ll shake and snore me awake. I’m gonna take Benadryl, my sound spa, and maybe even an earplug, but I just hope my schedule will be set enough for this and that I get some sleep. I don’t want to be dog-tired throughout all this. Maybe if I pray to God for his help, he’ll help me. This is one of those prayers that stands a chance of being answered.

If someone had told me, the last time I went to Florida at age 24 from a dive in Massachusetts, that I’d be back 8 years later from Arizona with a husband, I’d never have believed it!

Goldie and Al won’t be there in late September, but hopefully I’ll get to see Charlotte, Jim, Boo, Max, Marty and Ruth. Wish I could see Philip, but somehow, I doubt that. Hope to also meet their friends Gene and Teresa. As much as I hate phone-gabbing, Gene was interesting to talk to. Yes, it ought to be interesting meeting people who can be so persuaded by the powers of good old Dureen. I mean, how can someone influence a man to spend 10 days in their house with their dog while they take a trip? Tom would never leave me for that long and move into someone’s house for 10 days like that to live with their dog.

I didn’t make that pap smear appointment cuz now I’m back to my usual self these days. I feel life’s fine as it is and that I don’t need to know the specifics as to why I’m sterile. Why bother myself with the testing and piss off God just to find out answers to something I’m still not sure anymore that I’d ever want to change? Maybe I should still make the appointment, cuz although it doesn’t eat at me much, it will come back again to eat at me and make me wonder why I am the way I am periodically. Perhaps I’ll feel better about myself if I just find out what I can find out, cuz if I don’t, then I’ll never know, but will always wonder. I know I’m sterile and I know they can’t fix me, but why? Maybe they can’t even tell me why, but who knows for sure?

More good weight news - my metabolism’s really rolling now. Now I’m 1 pound heavier at the end of my day and not 3-5. I woke up at just a tad under 117! Big changes can be made. They just take time. But now that I’m used to my new diet plan, and not hungry a lot like I used to be, and not with a metabolism that doesn’t work, I can afford to relax more and not make sure I only eat a few bites a day. I can afford to take a day off here and there and eat an extra snack if I want to. I actually get full easily again, too. I really, really believe that I won’t be in the 120s again and that if I am, it won’t be for a long time.

Later…

It’s dead calm out there now, but earlier, there was lots of wind, lightning, and a little bit of rain and thunder. The lightning was awesome. Tom said that in the early evening last night, there was lots of rain, so he had to play the leak and bucket game.

I’m doing laundry now and instead of throwing his shirts in our little wimpy dryer, I’ve found that putting the shirts on a hanger and hanging them up on the line outside at this time of year, really helps to dry them better.