Another concern about this park just occurred to me. Of course I can’t voice this concern to Tom because, despite all the shit the Phoenix white-hating black assholes put his wife through, I don’t think he can see that yes, yes, yes, like it or not, blacks are usually more trouble than whites. Maybe he doesn’t want to see it.

Still, my point is that I dread ending up with them. Totally. They may not be welfare bums, but still… They may not all be loud, rude, obnoxious, selfish, inconsiderate sickos that hate whites and play the race card every goddamn chance they get, but still…

What if? What if we end up with these kinds of shitsters again? What if I’m seen scratching my nose as I go out to grab the mail or something and it’s mistaken for an obscene gesture? What if they too, have friends in high places that they complain to? No one’s going to believe me for shit. So then what? Then what do I do?

This is a “poor” park of sorts. It may be in a nice neighborhood, but with the space rent being so low it’s quite a welfare park of sorts compared to Lakeview Village or the Diamond K Estates. It’s called Oak Grove Estates. Boring name. Regardless, if blacks and other “minorities” are going to want to own and in a 55+ park, this is where they’d be. Even if that park had just one black person in it, who do you think would get it? It would be just my shit luck to either end up next to it too, or for it to end up next to us.

Later…

Tom called the realtor and told her we thought it over and decided we want to make an offer. We didn’t tell her this, but while it might not be the most peaceful location, we like the house and neighborhood. Also, it’d be the cheapest place we’ve lived in since being married that wasn’t a rental. It’s definitely the smartest, safest way to go economically speaking, other than that dumpy, cramped park we both hated.

I’m not going to elaborate much more until and if the bank accepts our offer, and I think they will. If I’m right in suspecting it could be noisy, then why would anything up there get in our way considering the fact that it’s seemed to love to see me in noisy places almost all my adult life? And when I say “noisy” I don’t mean maddening like Phoenix or Norwich was. I mean barking mutts being walked by or barking out open windows. Maybe some traffic noise, mainly car doors, but that’s about it. I know I won’t have to worry about overnight barking sprees, screaming kids bouncing balls an arm’s reach away for hours at a time, or loud music that no sound machine could possibly hope to drown out.

Tom’s signing the papers tomorrow at 5:00, but we probably won’t get a yes or no till next week.

The OT is winding down at work, which “fits” with us being about to get a place. I mean, now that we defied God and beat Him at His own game, why would He want us to be able to furnish it and make all the upgrades we want to make that quickly? Better later than never but it will probably take us a couple of years or so since cutting his OT cuts our income in half. He was making in OT what he was making in regular pay. BUT… on the flipside, we estimate the overall expenses there to be $100 - $200 less than it is here. We have two savings accounts, so we’ll probably split whatever we save each month. Half will go into one account, which will be for emergencies, or surprise expenses that may come up, and half will go into another account that will be for whatever we want.

I’m both excited and nervous. Again, I’m a little dismayed to have someone’s carport run alongside our place, and I really hope that dog doesn’t spend hours just going off in the window over nothing, but I’m excited to have adequate space, cable, full-size appliances, a pool to use, places to bike ride or walk to…

Assholes or not, it’s going to be weird not being able to call my parents to tell them all about it, wherever we end up.

I grin at the idea of knowing what bad news is headed Jesse’s way soon enough. I won’t miss him or his mutts, even though they’ve been quieter for 4 or 5 months and I’m just going to listen to new ones at the new place. They just won’t be big dogs left outside 24/7.

Do I want to be buddies with my neighbors? Nah. Friendly but not friends. Friendly enough that you can go to each other in an emergency, but not so friendly so as to invite potential trouble too close to home. Mixing neighbors with pleasure can end up backfiring the same as mixing business with pleasure can. We’re going there to live anyway, not socialize. We love spending our free time alone or with each other. Still hope my sister gets to visit, though. Speaking of her, I’m a little worried right now. I haven’t gotten any messages, voice or text, in a while now and I wonder what’s going on. Something must be up to keep her quiet this long, so if I don’t hear anything in a week or so, I’ll see if I can get any info from Sarah.

I’m not sure I want to continue using my LJ blog for voice or text posts because I don’t have the blessing of changing my mind with that blog and going friends-only or private except for future posts. I can set different security levels for individual posts, but as a non-premium member, I can’t make the nearly 5000 posts I’ve got over there private with one click if I suddenly wanted to. To go back and set each one to private would be a lot of work, and I see no way to deactivate the account either. I don’t care to dump that account now or make it private, but I’m not sure I want to use it in the future.