When I got up this morning, I was surprised to hear the well running. I thought that only ran from around 6 PM-midnight. I was also surprised to hear gunshots too, as soon as I turned the fan off, although I couldn’t hear the well till I opened the window. I didn’t think hunting season started till November. I was surprised someone would be hunting this early in the year, on a weekday, and as late as 9:30, although they hunt between 6:00 to that time and even later during the winter. You can even hear afternoon gunshots then.

In the trailer, we heard gunshots and dogs. In the house, it’s music and engines. I’m certainly not as stressed out as I was when Labor Day in Phoenix came around, but I’m not totally relaxed, either. People need to be heard. Maybe not as much out here as in Phoenix, but they still need some attention and acknowledgment.

Another thing that surprises me is that I’m going on day 4 of being stuck, although I expect I’ll go some time today, I still woke up a pound lighter yesterday and another pound lighter today, weighing 114. I’ve done nothing to cut my calories lately and have been plugged up, so I’m surprised I’m not close to 120.

Houdini’s turned into a morning rat. He’s waiting for me when I get up, then after I’ve had my coffee, he likes to run around for a while till I send him home with some cheese.

Later...

Here we go with the damn motorcycle. I expect to hear that nearly every day. Personally, I prefer that over Dan’s gunning, cuz the motorcycle’s higher pitched and easier to drown out with fans, but I need something more like music to take out Dan’s gunning. Speaking of lonely boy, I’m surprised I haven’t heard from him yet, although the weekend’s not quite here. It appears he hasn’t been out at all today. Probably sleeping in after the long drive. He could’ve flown back from Indiana, but he strikes me as more of a driver than a flyer. I asked myself how he could afford two places since he’s home more often than not. He only seems to work 20-30 hours a week, but look at what he lives in. He has an old single-wide dump and he’s skinny as a rail, so he probably doesn’t eat much. He probably has an old dive in Indiana too, so all he really has cost-wise is electricity and phone. I’ll bet his places are paid for.

No more motorcycle? Maybe they took it to actually go somewhere, rather than to ride around their property and zip up and down Meadow Green.

I am not looking forward to the 7th, knowing I gotta go in there and make like I’m the only one that did wrong, although again, it’s a debatable and a matter of opinion as to whether or not I did wrong, even though the laws say I did, and basically kiss ass and hope to dodge jail. If ever there’ll be a time I gotta feel totally degraded, humiliated and controlled, it’ll be in court. I’m just so sick of other people telling me what I gotta do and where I gotta go! I’m not a kid anymore! I just want to live my own life, for God’s sake!

Later...

Mr. Motorcycle is still out living it up, zipping up and down its yard and the street, but not by our house. That tells me that yes, I’m definitely, definitely in for a concert from them this weekend. That in itself (the cycling) is a definite I-want-attention thing. A surefire look-at-me, listen-to-me thing. Fortunately, I can’t hear the motorcycle that well in here. If it were just a few feet away – ugh! Not even fans could drown it out and I’d have to have music playing incredibly loud or listen to music through headphones.

Tom’s home now. Got some shiny foil-like stickers in the mail from a back-to-school ad. Seeing that I haven’t heard from the art school about what their courses entail, and their prices, I’d say that yes, they’re definite quacks. If you can’t be up front with someone about your business, then you’re probably shady in some way.

Tom said that the gate is open, but it’s not open the way it’s usually open, suggesting someone may be getting the place ready for Dan. But what about the engine gunning? I asked. He said that’s something someone would do – get engines ready on vehicles that hadn’t been driven in a while. This weekend will tell, but I think he’s there, even though I only heard one vehicle (he has several trucks) being revved for a few seconds. Nonetheless, if he’s there, we’ll hear his music/engines.

I ditched the lesbo story I had begun. Again, it just wore off me. I get in sudden moods to write stories, I begin the story, then the desire wears off.

I told Tom that if he ever decided he wanted a job change, although I can’t see him wanting to go to college any more than I ever did (wow, something we actually have in common!), he’d make a damn good public defender. Or some kind of defense attorney. This is because of how much he likes to defend whoever’s being accused of whatever or at least suggest reasons why they could be innocent, and because of his opposite obsession. He’s hooked on disagreeing and wanting to be different in any way he can. Being a defense attorney would be great for him so he could defend his client and challenge the DA.