We’re at the Southgate motel now, after I swore Tuesday night I’d never stay at a hotel/motel again. I’m only here cuz Tom’s still got a cold, although he told me he’d be OK either way. That’s sweet of him, and I know how flexible he is, but still, I thought he deserved the comfort of a real bed and a real bathroom.

This room we got is also on the 2nd floor, but we got two doubles instead of a king, and it doesn’t have a microwave and a fridge.

Boy, am I the opposite of how I was those last couple of years back East healthwise. Back then, I’d just look at someone with a cold and catch it, but now, even if I’m confined in small spaces with someone with a cold, and even if I share their drink with them, as I did with Tom, I still don’t catch colds! I’d have definitely gotten it by now if I were gonna get it. The only thing I have is the usual tightness God’s forever cursed me with, although it’s improved since leaving Phoenix, and will continue to improve once we don’t have to drive through it as much when we get in that house once and for all! I did tell Tom from the get-go, though, that I vibed us not being able to move in till between my b-day and Christmas. When we went to make our first house payment, we were happy to hear that the loan people have refused to pay Steven and his associates a dime, cuz the work hasn’t been completed yet. They now have a 12/24 deadline, or else! We totally regret using Steven (we used him cuz we knew we’d lower our monthly payments by avoiding buying the house directly), although anyone you hire is gonna fuck up in one way or the other. People are just too damn stupid. We’re still fighting tooth and nail trying to get the well driller out there, and God only knows the story with APS, although Kathy, whom we’ve been dealing with, came out and replaced our red tag with a green one.

When we arrived at the land yesterday, we were pleased to see the dumb shit driving our storage big finally found our place after three phone calls asking for directions and were even more pleased to find our stuff intact! I was really sure that a lot of stuff would be smashed with the way they tip the bin. Tom packed it well.

We also got the bedroom and living room set delivered yesterday, too. The living room set came first. I had to send back the three tables cuz they were bent and broken, but as it turns out - I’m glad they were! In this particular room, three tables would’ve been too much. Especially with as monstrous as the sofa, loveseat, and chair were, which I’d forgotten. The chair’s almost as wide as a loveseat, the loveseat is nearly as long as a couch, and the couch is a couch and a half!

So, we’ll be going back there to select just two tables. One big one to serve the couch and loveseat and a small one to put by the chair. I have the chair against the utility wall, the couch in front of the windows, and the love seat sticks out facing the chair with its back by the kitchen in front of the bar and entryway. It fits nicely, though, without blocking our path.

The bedroom furniture people arrived while the people with the living room stuff were still there, so Tom had the bedroom stuff plopped down. The living room guy offered to give us a hand which we didn’t but should’ve taken him up on, cuz it was a bitch to get up in there, and they rudely used us as a dumping ground. I didn’t see it till it was too late, but they left a big empty box out front.

Anyway, we managed to get the dresser and nightstand in. They look great, too!

At first, when I looked at our very black living room furniture against the blue carpet and the whitewash and the tulips and everything combined, I thought it didn’t look as good as I thought it’d look and wondered if it would’ve looked better with a light-colored fabric, but black really does go with everything even if it’s dramatically darker than everything else around it, and it’s so dazzling and so comfy!

We were scheduled to have the dining room set, stools, and spider lamp delivered today, but they wouldn’t have been able to bring it out till after we were planning on leaving, so he called and rescheduled it for next Thursday.

We stopped at Walgreens on our way here and I got a picture frame in a water globe with glittery stuff that floats around. They call it a waterfall photo frame.

I also got some nail art kits. I decided I don’t want some of the decals I got so I’m enclosing that, and glitter from a vial of glitter that’ll make a hell of a mess, in the black bitch’s final piece of mail from me. Yeah, I thought she could use one more wacky, you-had-a-lot-of-nerve-to-do-the-things-you-did kind of letter. I figured I oughta use my nice stationery some more, and that’s why the moochers that bought our old house are gonna hear from me too, but they should’ve gotten their letter by now. The other reason I wanted to come here, besides allowing him to be more comfortable, was so I could mail the Mexican’s mail without his knowledge. The H’s letter implies I’m the next-door neighbor, but I don’t come out and give any specific identity. I start with bitching about all their barking dogs, scold them for vandalizing our place, then weird out on them with the senseless mumbo-jumbo.