I just wrote Mary a letter, enclosing pictures and an inspirational thing Helen copied for me about letting good things happen, etc.

Meanwhile, there’s a tractor in back and from the looks of it, I’d say it’s definitely prepping for the last house to come in. It makes no sense for this to be related to the septic or APS. Besides, APS hasn’t even strung wire to the pole they put up. They’re probably waiting till the other house gets set up.

I don’t like this. I just don’t like this. Where there are freeloaders there’s always someone home. Even if one of them is out working, someone’s got to stay home with the dozens of kids they have. I totally don’t like this. There’s going to be trash everywhere and it’s going to be so noisy, but like I said, I knew it was inevitable. I knew that eventually, the peace and quiet would be gone from here. The only difference this time around is that it’s not coming from 3 feet away. But it’ll still be bad enough, as loud as today’s stereos are, both household and car-wise. You can’t tell me that at least one of those households isn’t going to be a regular enough source of noise. I’m not talking about dogs or people; I’m talking about music. I am not looking forward to hearing the thump-thump-thump of the bass every day, or even once or twice a week. But noise goes where I go, and God would never have it any different. There’s no place on land we could go where he’d let me escape freeloaders and their music. But as I learned the hard way, all I can do is live with whatever they give us.

This may be a bit manipulative, but I had an idea. I’ll tell Teddy Bear in my letter to her that I’m not sure what she has for cages, but I’ll just give her one of mine because I want to buy this new cage by Crittertrail that she ought to check out, too. Maybe then she’ll buy it for me. That’d be a good trade-off.

When I told Helen I couldn’t get that woman off my mind, she said it’s basically cuz of the unknown, whereas if she were right in front of me, that’d be different. She thinks what I think, though; that we will have some kind of a relationship.

Helen also believes she won’t send a Christmas card, let alone call me before I contact her next year, because she too, got the impression she was very dedicated to her job (my vibe on her calling at the end of the year completely faded). However, this does not mean she doesn’t miss me too, or think of me a lot, she said.

I hope she’s right about that one. I often wondered that…does she think of me and miss me, too?

Anyway, after discussing with Helen things we’re doing around the house, she said she’d fax Scot a note letting him know she’s done with me, gave me a hug, and said our goodbyes.

One less thing we have to do/pay for on account of the black bitch! Yes, I am slowly but surely wriggling out of their grasp! At least, I sure hope I am!!!

Then God can sic the freeloaders in back on us and find some other source to rob us of our money just as we’re finally getting financial stability once again.