I have been lazy all weekend. Or at least I feel like I have been. I did decide, after all, not to worry about working much during the weekend. There is not only not as much work to be done at that time, but why not work Monday through Friday like most people do? I don’t have to work 7 days a week, do I? 

Next week I will get back in sync, not that I’ve necessarily fallen out of it. I’ll get the house cleaned thoroughly and get more work done. I’m only about $50 away from my goal of $150. 

I waited till almost midnight to go out riding. It was 82°. That would’ve been too warm for running, but was fine for biking since you’re gliding through the air so much faster. This winter’s gonna be a bitch! Sailing through the air at 3-4 MPH is one thing, but 8-10 is another. 

Heard strange sounds after 1am. I guess some animal got under the house. Hopefully, it’s not in the walls or vents, but I doubt it. What was strange was that I swear I heard something fall in the laundry room. Everything was fine when I checked it, and I doubt Tom would’ve been up dropping things. Is the house haunted all of a sudden? The other day I stepped out of the bedroom and Tom said, “You were in there? I thought I heard the back door close.” 

I’m also not happy that the “panel bees” are back. In less than a week I’ve looked up to find two of those bastards in the kitchen light panels. I’m glad they were both deader than dead, but they shouldn’t be getting in here in the first place. 

Poor Nane. She not only returned to cold, rainy weather but she and Askim broke up. I’m guessing this time it’s for good, though for her sake I hope not. 

Last night I had what seems to be a common dream for me lately. Tom and I were renting some old dump and were preparing to move to another old dump. The landlord was an older guy, but it wasn’t Jesse. The three of us were standing in what appeared to be a bedroom. First Tom said something about seeing a spider somewhere and I told him to kill it. Then he slipped the key to the place off his key ring and handed it to the landlord. 

“You have a key too, right?” 

I said I did and started to pull it off my own keyring. He said he’d “help me get it off later.” 

I started packing shit again and looked out the window right in front of me. It was raining pretty steadily. I looked at Tom and said, “We won’t be able to see the rain this well in the new place.” The windows in the new place were to be up rather high. 

Later… 

Although I didn’t get up till late in the afternoon, I’ve had a very frustrating day so far. The only good in it is that the anxiety is helping me lose more weight and the car won’t cost as much as we thought. He was expecting to pay a mechanic $400 - $600 to fix it, but they said it’d cost $1700. Tom said that was too much so he’ll buy the parts and fix it himself. At least they isolated the exact cylinder when running diagnostics testing on it. The parts will cost around $200 and it should take him two hours to fix it. He’s going to fix it here because it’s not like having the hood of the thing open for a while is going to attract any attention. He won’t have parts and shit scattered all over the place or anything like that. 

At around 6:30 pm I turned the kitchen light on to see if any more bees were present in the drop-down ceiling panels, and not only was there one in the kitchen window, but just over my head were half a dozen bees smiling down at me. 

Fortunately, Tom was here and is about a foot taller than me. He could lift a corner of one of the panels and spray the shit out of the area. He went to get some expandable foam spray from the workshop to seal around the edges of the pipe vent, but one was ancient and another was clogged. So now he had to decide which broken car to use to go get some more. He chose the old Ford and it amazingly brought him to and from the store! That car is awesome considering it has a busted radiator, busted AC and a few other ailments. As I told him, if there are any more Caddy problems all too soon, it’s outa here. I’d rather an old car with a shit stereo and a dead AC that’s reliable than a faulty luxury car. It’s too soon to say whether or not the Cad’s gonna give us more trouble than it should or not. Fords are awesome. Our next non-lux car will definitely be a Ford. 

Anyway, my brave and intelligent hubby sealed the pipe vents, saying that being bit by a fly hurts worse than being stung by bees. Well, the bee I last got stung by in Maricopa didn’t tickle. It burned like hell but after 10 minutes I’d never know I was stung. Didn’t know flies could bite, though. 

Anyway, 90 years old or not the people that last lived here were not only very lazy people, but they withheld info from us along with the inspectors we paid hundreds of dollars to. The gap we found couldn't have appeared the day we moved in. The last owners had to have known about it and I’m sure they had problems with bees as well. And how the hell did the inspectors miss it? 

I will write about my other problem later. 

Later… 

As for my other problem of the day, well, I get a notification that I have an update at the health site. So I log in and even though it’s the 30th, the last thing is dated the 28th. On the 26th and 28th, which I just noticed today, the doctor said all was normal with my pap except for vaginal flora, so I need to schedule a biopsy. Right away my mind’s spinning with questions – what the hell is vaginal flora? Why am I learning of this now? Why are there no visible updates on the same day I get a notification? Why is a biopsy necessary on top of an ultrasound? Why can’t they just call in a prescription for either antibiotics or a cream? WHEN’S IT EVER GOING TO END??? 

I have gone from poverty to medically cursed in a sense. It sure seems that way at times. We all have problems as we age, but I’m 48, not 78. I know that most of what I have is common and easy enough to deal with and that my health has been neglected for many years due to being uninsured, but still, who needs the hassle? I’m about ready to throw in the towel and say, “fuck it.” Enough is enough! Especially since I’m not in pain and I’m not dealing with anything deadly. It’s just a bacteria of sorts, from what I had to research on my own since the doctor didn’t explain it to me. Every time I think I’m nearing the last of my appointments, new ones have to be made. I am still having burning and itching at times, so I guess I gotta deal with it. If I don’t there’ll just be something else. :(