The new Firefox version runs kind of slow so we switched to Safari. I hate change and so I still bounce back to FF depending on what I’m doing cuz FF is what I’m used to. There are some things Safari lacks that I don’t like, but it is super fast compared to FF. 

Touched up the quarter rounds yesterday but it’s way too hard to do those, so we’ll just have to live with what painting imperfections we have. At least one of the good things about having such shitty vision is that these things don’t stand out as much. 

Trying to white out the brown quarter round that was left in the bedroom was damn near impossible. It looks ok in dimmer lighting, but turn the light on and you can see how blotchy it looks. It’s still WAY better than it was before with either brown paneling or plain white scuffed-up walls. 

Still gotta do the kitchen, baths and laundry room, but there’s no hurry there. 

As expected, they’re landscaping like crazy today because yesterday’s high winds threw leaves and twigs all over the place. I could see dirt flying in the wind at times. Hell, I wondered if our awning was going to come down, but Tom checked it out and confirmed it was rock solid. 

Right now they’re vacuuming out their garage next door. At least I think they are. 

Molly took another peek in on me last night. Or tried to. Everything’s private but the sites she’s unaware of so she didn’t see shit. Still, just the fact that she’s still looking for me 6 months after going as underground as I possibly can without literally dumping all my accounts, tells me that one full year won’t be the magic number. These types of people simply have no sense of time. To them 5 years ago is like yesterday. If I don’t want this nut to have a convenient chance to pester me or peek into what’s going on with me, I must remain hidden from public view. I suppose it’s better that way in general. In a country where our speech isn’t protected and where everybody seems to take offense no matter what it is you say, it doesn’t hurt to be careful. Do I care about people’s feelings? No, I don’t. If it bothers you that I like Campbell’s soup better than Progresso, tough shit. But if you try to sue me or file a complaint, then I most certainly do mind. You probably won’t win in the end, but I certainly wouldn’t need the hassles in the meantime. 

They want to throw us a party during the next Friday Night Frolics, but I’ll have to call and let them know we’re going to be busy that night. It’s not just for us; it’s to welcome all newcomers over the last year. Tom said it’s totally up to me, but we plan to be prepping the place for carpeting that night and I don’t want to be up too late if I can help it. I also don’t want to get too close to people living so close to me. Sort of like how I wouldn’t want to mix business with pleasure. Now if it were a gorgeous woman… 

Anyway, I’m not even going to dare mention turning down the initiation to Andy. I don’t judge his lifestyle and his personal choices and I don’t want mine judged either. If he wants to be sad for those who are happy with the way things are, let him be. I just don’t need to hear something like how it’s “sad” that we couldn’t make the time to go to the party. Well, we could make the time. We’d just rather not. It’s a matter of priority and prepping for carpet is more important than a free dinner and socialization, though I appreciate them for it just the same. 

I called Nancy and let her know we couldn’t make it and she said to come to some other Friday Night Frolics and bingo, too. We wouldn’t mind checking out bingo, but bingo is on Thursday nights and Tom crashes early. 

Later… 

Jesus Fucking Christ! Are we EVER going to have a reliable connection??? EVER?!?! This is clearly not our provider’s fault, though. They did go out the other day (probably working on some lines around here), but our router is clearly having issues right now. *sighs* I’ll just post this when I can. 

Nane and I were discussing the carpet thing and she wonders if it should be less empfindlich for one with 3 rats, but nah, ich weiß nicht. 

Ended up doing part of my workout with Bob. We crossed paths on Daisy, by the best spot in the park where I also saw a coyote in the grassy field between the wooded area and the RVs, then again when we entered this circle. He too, walks around the perimeters, which is just over 2 miles, and he always walks in the middle of the road to avoid skunks. In the higher traffic hours, I walk on the side of the main roads. I probably walk closer to 3 miles cuz I zigzag on some side streets. I mix walking and running. 

Anyway, they’re older than I thought. Been here 26 years. So if he was 55 in 1988, then he’s at least 81 now. We must seem rather juvenile in comparison, haha. He said they planted some tomatoes and sweet corn, and that was pretty much it. 

I never see Virginia out walking and I don’t know if that’s because she has difficulties walking or if she just isn’t interested. 

I lied to Andy and said I asked Bob and Virginia if they wanted to hire a housekeeper and I wonder if I should have done that or not. I know that it’s never good to lie in general, but can a harmless little white lie that he can never verify hurt if it’ll make him happy? He says he’s not trying to push me and all that, but I know it’s important to him. Sure seems to be anyway. I just don’t know why. Why would someone’s lack of in-person friends and lack of outside-the-home job matter to them when it doesn’t affect them in any way? 

So he said he was proud of me (as if I were telling him I’d quit smoking) and that to remember it’s a numbers game. Most people would say no, but I’ll eventually get a yes. 

But do I go so far as to say I got a yes?