No call from Tammy yet. Hopefully, it just means she was tired after her appointment and not that she got bad news. Last weekend I had really bad feelings about her not making it past another 5-10 years, but then they dissipated a few days ago. The fact that they’re looking to replace only one lung gives me hope that they can help her live at least somewhat of a normal life and that they’re doing it to give her a better quality of life vs. to save her life. But when they’re doing it I don’t know. Maybe it won’t even come to that. I have to wait till she updates me and tells me more.

Last night I vaguely remember having a quick dream about moving stuff out of here, which tells me the move, is getting closer. Damn right it’s closer cuz we’re going to make it closer! I am so fucking fed up with Jesse and his shit! On top of two hours of hammering yesterday I had to deal with an hour of loud engine gunning in the afternoon. I thought he was taking off on the motorcycle at first, but I guess he decided to work on it instead. This morning at 9:00 sharp the sound machines are going on and that’s the way they’ll stay all day. I’m not even going to bother to wait for his shit. We’re on for rain again this week, but the problem is that it almost always rains at night here. So by the time the damn cock is out and about, the ground may still be wet, but it’s plenty dry enough to go pounding away at things and gunning engines. Has this guy got some kind of phobia about being indoors when it’s light out unless it’s raining or over 90°?

What is it with the bastard above and the way He’s been so hell-bent on tormenting me with every single neighbor I’ve had since 1992??? How is it I just “happen” to end up with every extreme and fluke possible and just “happen” to get the noisiest of neighbors possible every fucking place I go? I’ve had it all from welfare bums to college kids, from large Mormon families to crazy old ladies with service dogs. What’s God gonna sic on me when we move? Sure there are enough welfare bums out there as well as large families and college kids, but what are the odds of one ending up with every fucking circus imaginable out there?

I’ve also been teased with neighbors and just when I think I finally found my dream neighbor, they turn noisy on me. It’s been very common for me to move in next to quiet neighbors who turn around and move out a few months later, or for seemingly quiet neighbors to move in next to me that turn noisy 4-6 months down the road. But my dream of having mystery neighbors remains forever elusive.

I know I’m going to have to hear home renovations, landscaping, vehicles and door slamming every day, not to mention mutts barking by as their owners walk them, but at least the place will be ours and it will have adequate space. I’d still prefer a mobile home in a mobile home park as opposed to a trailer in a trailer park, but if the fancy parks give us any hassle, there’s a cheap doublewide in an adequate enough park we should be able to grab without issues. I don’t like the idea of being in a 1970’s paneled dump with flimsy walls (they didn’t start building them like real houses till the 80s), but it beats staying here if that’s what it comes down to.

This weekend we’re going to check out the park where people own it. My only concern there is that if you don’t think dogs should be household pets and you’re the one running the show, why would you allow them indoors? Tom’s worried it may be too old and run down with no one to get on the people about keeping up on things, but we’ll see.

Later…

Got a sad update from my sister, who does need a lung transplant for sure. She just doesn’t know when, where, or how many lungs they’ll be replacing. She doesn’t have MD or MS either, after all. She has scleroderma. The idiot doctors she used to see took a piece of her lung for a biopsy a while back. Well, it turns out the biopsy was never sent. So that’s part of why she’s suffered so long without knowing what the hell was going on. I don’t blame her for being pissed. Incompetent assholes like this should be sued and stripped of their license to practice.

Other than having a landlord who can’t shut up, while things are going so well for us, they’re going downhill for her and I feel so helpless. Especially being so far away.

Although I can’t see it, Maliheh made a mobile upload 16 minutes ago but doesn’t appear to have picked up my email. Did she receive it or have cookies off? I don’t know. I only know I’m as done with her as she is with me.