I will be going to see the house tomorrow at 5pm. My money should arrive tomorrow, too. I really hope this is it! Tom couldn’t figure out why the place hasn’t sold yet since it’s been so, so incredibly well maintained over the years and seems so ideal in so many ways. He said the only thing he thought might be keeping it from selling was due to it being smaller and older and on the upper tier of the park. You can’t see the lake from it at all. There’s too much brush in the way even though the roof of the house on the second to last tier is below the house’s floor.

But then Tom learned more info about the house, info the realtor didn’t have the first time they met and that hasn’t been online. Its roof is less than 10 years old, its AC is less than a year old, and the plumbing was redone recently as well.

It sounds almost too good to be true. Not that it isn’t true, but something I worry we could never get lucky enough to get. And at what additional cost would we get it at if we did? Would shit break like crazy like it did with our brand-new home in 1999? At least it’s already been lived in, so if there were any problems, they’d have caught and fixed them beforehand.

I’m hoping that the lack of dreams about moving into a place will be made up with a “yes or no” dream after I see it. After we saw this place and I was starting to fall asleep that night in our Sacramento motel room, I saw a sparkling bouquet of flowers in these woods in my dreams and knew for sure we were in. Of course, this is all provided we don’t learn something we don’t like or that it doesn’t sell first.

We were worried about having the same shitty Internet and cell service there since it too, is another rural town, but the wires are underground there, unlike here. That would make a faster, more reliable connection more likely, whereas here the wires are raised and trees and wind can bend them. So we should be able to get decent enough service even if it’s not the best. Anything’s gotta be better than this shit anyway.

The only dream I remember last night was a B&E dream. Only a stranger didn’t do the B&E. We did. We were living attached to a father and his 10-year-old son. They were very quiet, though, mostly due to having super thick walls between our place and theirs. I don’t know why in the world we felt compelled to break into their side, but we did. Tom was fiddling with some electronics when I glanced at a wall clock and saw we’d been there for 25 minutes. I then told Tom, who had started to relax in a recliner and watch TV that we should leave. So we did. Out on the street, we saw the son walking up the sidewalk on his way home from school, and I wondered if he saw us exit his place.

Tom was disappointed to learn that his “raise” was a measly 35¢, so now he’s at something like $14.05 an hour. We compared our savings to what it was a year ago, and OMG! It’s amazing that we could save 10K without even trying and while living in a somewhat expensive place. We’ve done nothing to cut back on our outrageous grocery bills and we still buy fun things fairly regularly. It’s still kind of sad that he had to slave his ass off and work a lot of OT to get it while others are showered with free money and gifts for nothing, but that’s just life. I just wish I was in a position to work outside of home too, and know I would appreciate whatever I could get just like anyone else would. Then again, maybe not quite like anyone else. Due to all the work-at-home bashers I took it to mean most people were big on working “normal” jobs, but then Andy pointed out that most people don’t want to work. I asked Tom and he agreed. Ok, now let me get this straight… you mean they have a problem with those of us that work at home, but THEY don’t want to work at all? WTF???

The rats were funny this morning, stealing and hiding scissors on me when I went to pee. I had placed them down after cutting up some cardboard with it while they were out playing.