Not surprisingly, I have no apparent Arizona visitors, and I never heard from Scott. No way to know if he saw my message or checked out my blog undetected, but that’s okay. I said what was on my mind and now it’s time to move on. I haven’t looked in on him today and I likely never will again. Even if he’s not a pig, he’s connected to them. Besides, he was never a friend.

It totally pisses me off that I still have random burning in the crotch. All these months of treatment and I still have issues. When can I ever get permanent relief? Seriously, I’m still waiting for one of my doctors other than my dentist to help me. Really, really help me.

We’re going to take about $600 from the 401 so that if there is an emergency with the roof this winter, we don’t have to wait to get the money. We’ll have it readily available in case we need to have them patch it up until we’re ready to deal with it. Hopefully, it will hold up until then. We just don’t want to get a regular roof, then find out a year later that the solar things are flourishing and saving people tons of money. Especially since I still think we’ll be here until he retires. Even if he retires at 66, that’s more time than we’ve already been here.

“Anyone can experience mental health problems, no matter how good or bad life may appear. You should not compare your experience to others.”

This was written by a fellow blogger. Well, as I learned once I entered perimenopause, no, something bad doesn’t have to be going on in life in order for you to feel bad. Fortunately, though, I’ve been doing well since cutting back the thyroid meds, something I may have to do every few months as accumulation occurs, until menopause.

My only real complaint today is what I’ve been complaining about for most of my adult life… noise. I talked to one of the workers and he said they should be done by Tuesday at the latest. Yeah, but then the park or someone else around here will just go and do something else. It’s just fucking ridiculous that at age 51, I still haven’t found a peaceful place to live. If you can’t find it in an adult community, where can you find it? I totally believe without a doubt that my quest for a peaceful place to live is forever out of reach. That’s gotten way beyond obvious at this point, so I might as well be open to apartments and condos as well as houses in the future. Sure, some places are certainly worse than others. Norwich was worse than Klamath Falls, and Phoenix was worse than here. But noise is noise in the end and I’m obviously not going to escape it no matter where I live. Rural, city, suburbs… it’ll follow me anywhere.

The loudest part of this irrigation project has definitely been when they cut holes in the road. But then they have something that makes a low grinding, rumbling sound that they run on and off.

It’s just bullshit. Totally ridiculous that there’s always something going on no matter where I go, but I might as well just accept it, embrace it, and get used to it because it ain’t going away.

Finally decided to check out what Friday’s Boats on the Lake is all about, but when I rode down there nothing was going on. Some people were sitting on the bench and others were hanging by their cars, but it was too hot to wait around. Fortunately, I have very strong legs and I was able to pedal back here in just a few minutes despite the hilly terrain, probably faster than the speed limit here allows for.

Another thing to piss me off was that my bike is fucked up. The gears kept clicking and slipping. Oh, to have the address of the person who stole my beautiful Cruiser!

Other than noisy projects and faulty gears, life is running smoothly. Not sure what we’re doing this weekend.

Except for a few days since starting the Amberen nearly a month ago, I’ve slept well. Not sure if there’s a connection or not or if I’m going to get another month’s supply. I have another week to decide. But yeah, I’m sleeping so much better I barely remember my dreams anymore.