I haven’t written much only because I’ve been busy ripping CDs.

Walter still hasn’t come for his rig and trailer. We gathered up the old wire and pipes and put them under the house so they’ll be protected from the ultraviolet rays of the sun.

We still have water, but there’s this funny smell coming from it. I hope it goes away soon.

The bird clock’s broken again, but what else is new? I didn’t expect it to keep on working.

Encrypting journals is a bitch, though it’s worth it. I just realized last night that every time I open up a doc file, a non-encrypted copy of it is created at the same time. So now I have to go delete temp files from two different places after I’ve closed a file.

George is in the process of having me a not-so-nice birthday present delivered. Yup, that fourth and final house is on its way in. Half of it is sitting across Meadow Green. At first I wondered if he owned that land too, with the way he’s been parking stuff on it, but that wouldn’t stop him from doing what he wanted. I doubt he owns that land, though, or else he’d have houses on it.

So I guess they’ll be working on this house for a month. Tom thinks the house will be centered behind the middle one, but with my luck, it’ll end up behind the one closest to us and it’ll be facing us, too. Won’t matter. It’s going to be so noisy back there either way.

Friday’s the day we decided we’d make a day of it and go miniature golfing, to the bookstore, to the drugstore (I want to pick Mom, Mary and Dave up a card), and maybe out to eat.

I don’t miss Teddy Bear as much as I did 3 or 4 months ago, but I still miss her and hope to see her next May. It’s still too far away for me to get a vibe on. Right now all I can do is hope.