Can you believe the kids are on vacation from school this week? I can. Yeah, God just had to make sure it was while he knew we were going to be here. What is he trying to tell me by rubbing kids and blacks in my face like this year after year?! Anyway, they’re still quieter than they used to be for people who don’t go anywhere but to school and maybe work, too. I stay in the bedroom with the fan or music on most of the time, and it’s only for about another week or so anyway. Also, maybe, just maybe, mama black will have some compassion when it comes to her blacks in light of the poor old man who moved in below them. He’s obviously terminally ill. He must’ve been living far out like where we’re going, then came into town as he got closer to death. He’s in a hospital bed right by the living room window in which curtains are wide open. A couple of women, probably a family member and a nurse, are with him. I guess people out here really don’t care for privacy that much. Either that or the window’s wide open so that the guy feels more a part of life and less cooped up and isolated. What a way to go, though, with kids running around screaming on top of you. Like I said, though, maybe his presence, along with the fact that we’ve only got a week left and things usually quiet down right before I leave somewhere, will impact how much those kids are rambunctious. I haven’t heard any screaming today, but most people just don’t give a shit, so who knows what they’ll do from here on out? At least it won’t matter after a week or so, rather than in six years.

Next door to our left still appears vacant, but last night and this morning I could’ve sworn I heard someone over there. Maybe it was just the blacks below us. Could’ve even been the people next to the blacks, since these walls are just like the Vista and Crystal Creek. They’re kind of in between NHA walls and regular walls.

I can’t believe those Mexicans never woke me up during the four months I was stuck with them. Without the fan, they would’ve. That is until I made them not wake me up. Things could’ve been a lot worse as far as that goes with both the blacks and the Mexicans, and therefore, I would’ve definitely been forced to go after them and fight for my sleep. That’s what I should’ve done while I was at the NHA, even though I still wanted out of that hell hole, and even though it wasn’t Barbara’s fault that the walls were as thin as they were. You can only go so far when it comes to controlling kids, too. They’re like wild animals that just cannot be tamed for the first ten years or so of their lives.

The weather’s been hot, but beautiful, and I really think God’s going to have it rain like hell once the house gets delivered. I know he will. That’s totally something he would do to us. He’s gonna make sure the weather gets in our way and stalls us from getting into that house.

I just hate having to count down the days all over again. First I had to anxiously await getting out of Phoenix, and now here.

Anyway, today we went to get ideas for things like a CD changer, washers and dryers, and things like that at Best Buy.

Then we went to Border’s where I got a regular-sized lined journal for writing in the trailer as a way of conserving energy with bright neon hearts on its cover. Its pages are purple on one side, and green on the other. Both sides have floral borders. I also got a cool unlined sketchbook. It’s bigger, and it too is hardcover. I forgot to get some pencils, though, since mine are packed. It’s one of those with two pictures, and you see different ones depending on the angle from which you view it. One scene has a light blue day sky with suns, birds, butterflies, and ladybugs. The other has a dark blue night sky with moons, planets, stars, and comets. I have it leaning against the bedroom wall and it’s so cool when you walk by it, cuz it changes from night to day and back and forth.

After Border’s, we went to a Jack-n-the-Box drive-through, and as we were heading to sit and eat in the shadier parking lot of the wallpaper store, some fucking Mexican nearly hit us and caused us to spill our drink. Fucking Mexicans! There’s just no getting away from them and their fucking shit!

Tom and I looked in both the wallpaper store and at the house floor plan and made tentative plans for what would go where. The only thing I don’t like about the house, but only when it comes to murals and border accents, is its slanted ceilings and its vertical strips every foot or so. Tom says we can take those off, and hopefully there won’t be too big of a gap in between the wallboards so we won’t have to tape them and put that joint compound in between them, to keep us from accidentally poking a hole in the mural or border.

They only had a couple of mural scenes I liked, although some of the woods and waterfalls are nice enough, too. I’ve decided on a palm tree mural for the den and a night city scene for the bedroom. As for borders, man did they have a lot of adorable ones! I’m gonna get a variety of ones with fairies, ballerinas, dogs, cats, tie-dye, and cactuses. They also have door murals, but I don’t want too much to clash with each other, so I may put a door mural on the side of the cabinets that you can see from the pet room and dining area that’s just outside my office, so it won’t clash with other borders or murals. Obviously, I’ll only border areas that don’t have murals, cuz it’d look pretty stupid, for example, if I had cats bordering a room that had a palm tree mural in it, or ballerinas bordering a room with a city scene. I’m not gonna border rooms like the guest room or the baths, cuz I won’t see those as much, and what I’ve already decided on is expensive enough.