While I still can’t believe the horses are going to generate that much money, he did bring up a point when he said that we never lived in just one place in any of the states we’ve lived in. We lived in two different houses in Arizona. We lived in the duplex and the house in Oregon. We lived in the trailer and the house in California. My gut feeling still says this isn’t it but I have no idea where we may go and when.

Oh, to be able to know when we’ll move, where to, how long we’ll live, what we’ll die from, and if there’s an afterlife of sorts. Everything else can be a surprise.

OMG, what the hell is wrong with this world and the people in it? Greg Abbott gets reelected even though he gutted women’s rights. Marjorie Taylor Greene gets reelected despite encouraging violence against gays/trans. I don’t get how people can vote for people like this, or how these sickoes can get away with carrying on the way they do. If we were to encourage violence against anyone, we would be arrested.

If someone really wanted to find out that I’m of Jewish descent despite me being as religious as a doorknob, or anyone else for that matter, they can do so. My maiden name is a dead giveaway. Therefore, I can’t guarantee my safety in a country that is doing all it can to become a Christian-only nation. A straight Christian nation that is. People can read my journal and see that I’ve been with the same sex, but no, I’m not running. I’m not pulling my stuff offline and I’m not hiding.

I had a dream that Tom and I were staying in a hotel. I told Jessie where we were going and hoped she’d meet us there even though I didn’t really expect to. Tom and I were in the room chatting with the door open when I heard her call my name. Excitedly, I ran toward her and we hugged, happy to finally see each other after so many decades.

Next, I had one of those dreams that made me wonder if it was a glimpse into another dimension. Another me in another existence. More scientists seem to believe in this theory too. I was still married to Tom but we seemed to have a daughter and a son. They were between 8 and 10 years old. I tried to get into the whole motherhood thing but I just couldn’t get into it. I wasn’t abusive, of course, but I felt like I really had to push myself to be involved when all I wanted to do was be off doing my own thing instead.

Then last night I had a dream I was so excited to rent this two-story house. I don’t know why because it was so dumpy. The countertops in the kitchen were that old Formica shit with metal edging strips.

I managed to sleep through the recycling truck after all. I had nature sounds on volume 4, plus the portable sound machine going. It was kind of uncomfortably loud that I started to add an ear plug, but then I said nope. I’m not going back to this shit. At least I can still play nature sounds on a comfortable volume 3 without adding the portable when I sleep at night.

Nicole is going to hit Florida as a Cat 1 but by the time it gets here, it will be a tropical storm. Probably won’t have winds much over 25-30 MPH. I’m not bothering to take down the wind chimes. Even if we were to get evacuated, which I don’t see, I’m not going anywhere. We don’t have an endless supply of money, and there’s no way in hell we would stay in a school or anything like that crammed in with tons of strangers.