It’s been a rather lively Vet’s day since I’ve been up, though I didn’t get up till 12:30. No base or anything like that, but someone’s been cruising around on an ATV on and off. It gets a little obnoxious as it sort of reminds me of Dan’s engine gunning, but it’s no biggie.

Also, the weather’s cooled down dramatically and we didn’t need the AC today. This may be why the renters were out and about. There are so many of them! Like 3 or 4 kids and 3 or 4 adults. Assuming they all live there, that’s a lot of people to be crammed into a 40’ 3-bedroom trailer. None of the kids seem to be over 5. I wonder if they’re Mormons. That’s okay, I’d take Mormons over blacks and Hispanics any day. The worst I could hear from them would be the kids screaming when we were outside which could never be as loud as the ones next to us in Phoenix. Even so, why do the kids always have to go next to us? The two houses that are closest to us around here (next door and in back) just have to have kids. Meanwhile, Dan’s old place, diagonally from us, and the other two rentals don’t have them. I’d hate to still be here in another 10 years when they’ll be old enough to be left alone when mommy and daddy run up to the store, cuz then I’m gonna have to be the one to deal with it. I’m the one that’s going to have to sit and listen to the stereos they crank up when mom and dad are out, to say nothing of the car stereos they’ll eventually get as soon as they can drive.

For now, they appeared to be prepping to put up a fence around the front (always the front) which would be good. It’d help deter the kids from wandering off and either getting bit by snakes or trespassing onto other’s land, and of course, our own top priorities are the fences and the truck. Then the 2-way satellite and the kiln.

I saw a couple of people on horses, too.

Neither of us has seen or heard Little Ratsy today.

I’ve been getting remixes and live versions of some of the songs I like. Some are good, some aren’t.

We decided we might give it 5 more years and see where we stand as far as how much money we could make off this place. If it continues to build up at the rate it has been, then we’d most certainly have to make a bundle off this place easily. Especially if we divvied up the acreage and maybe sold it off in 2-acre parcels. If it doesn’t look good, though, then I don’t want to wait around based on hope and chance. I don’t want us to be here in a decade. I want to get us more isolated by then. The fewer people around, the less potential for trouble. Then, when it gets to the point where we’re too old to live so far out, especially when the doctor’s office becomes our second home as it does for most people by the time they hit their late 50s – early 60s, we’ll go to a retirement community. I’ll be damned, though, if we’ll ever settle in a regular city again. I’ll live next to granny and her many screaming grandkids who come to visit every day before I live next to a pack of vicious free-loading blacks and Hispanics again full of hate, spite and out to avenge the past.

Nonetheless, I simply can’t stay in a state that can treat its people the way it does for the rest of my life. It’s too risky as Jewish as I look and it’s not safe for him either. He may not look Jewish, but he’s white. Like it or not, we’re in a state that’s pro-color, anti-white and even more anti-gay/Jewish. I don’t care what anyone says, but that’s the way it is. It varies from state to state, but I’ve seen enough with my own two eyes to know how it is here. I’m feminine enough that no one can look and see that I like women, but they can see my whiteness and they can see my distinct Israeli features. Rather than deal with the prejudice against me in the way that some people do, I choose to handle it the adult, mature way by simply trying to avoid it. I can’t change it, but I will try to avoid it and not let it drive me so crazy. Hate is a fact of life that I have to accept and deal with just like everyone else does cuz it’s not going to go away.

At his suggestion, since we’re not starting our diets till New Year’s, we went to Casa Grande for some fast food. Along the way, we spotted the kind of truck we want for $1600, though it was newer than we were planning on getting and probably runs, too. It was a white Chevy pickup.

As usual, the trip was filled with outrageous car stereos and people creeping along in non-passable areas. Sometimes they’d pass us just to slow down and hold us up and I’d be like, what? Does it really make these people feel good to know they slowed someone else down? Does it give them a sense of power and control or what? It seems everywhere I go people are so high on the thought of making someone else do something. There’s no escaping it!

He got something from Whataburger and I got something from KFC.

It was when we got home that I really got pissed off. Keeping my voice down on account of Arizona’s little sensitives, I used a certain word in a discussion we were having over whether or not there really is such a thing as being more or less fertile. I was saying something in regards to sickle cell anemia being mainly a black thing, but before I could get to the part about Mexicans being more fertile (on top of the fact that they don’t believe in being responsible enough to use birth control), he got all paranoid.

“Look,” I yelled at him. “I did not come here to live for the damn neighbors! My life revolved around them in the city and it’s not going to here. Meanwhile, I did not say it to them, my voice was too soft to have possibly been heard and I slurred, so if you want to kiss ass, do it, but don’t try to make me into you!”

Then he tried to bullshit me into thinking the renters heard me. There’s no way they could’ve heard me. Besides, how would he know if they did? Is he psychic? He said he could hear the kids, but when I asked what they said, he hesitated, then conveniently said he didn’t remember. Well, I assure you he didn’t hear their words, and small children are just as loud as my strong voice is because their voices are so high-pitched and shrilly, making them easier to hear from afar.

“All I want is for you not to use racial slurs in public,” he said, but we weren’t in public. We were on our property, and I know the limitations of freedom of speech do not include what you can say from your property. You can’t write racial stuff and send it through the mail and you can’t go onto someone’s property and say stuff, though we know that’s a lot less of a so-called crime cuz it wouldn’t be a federal offense as it would be sent through the mail, but there are no laws whatsoever, prohibiting one from saying anything from their own property, be it to a neighbor within hearing range or to someone on their own land. Meanwhile, I’ll watch what I say if only to get him off my back and so he doesn’t have a heart attack from sheer paranoia.

Regardless of what’s legal and what’s not, people really need to lighten up and be a little more tolerant and less sensitive. If we all ran to the cops or to the courts every time someone said something we didn’t want to hear, we’d never have a life! What should we do, run and sue someone whenever we hear words we don’t like on TV? Whenever we hear someone make snide remarks about fat people in public? Name-calling’s a dime a dozen, and unless those names turn into violence, I think people need to quit overreacting and be a little stronger. What a waste it is to spend our whole lives worrying about what everyone else says. It’s what they do that matters. The neighbors can call me names anytime they want when I’m outside. It’s only words and words cannot hurt me. It’s if they were to step onto this land that they’d be crossing the line, not that there’d be a damn thing I could do about it with my white, Israeli face, as God would make sure I couldn’t, too. Why call the pigs or go to court? They’re nothing but a bunch of liars (the cops and lawyers) and all they’d do is side with them after they cried racism.

Still, I think people need to get their priorities straight. We all hear things we don’t like to hear, but there are more serious things to fight over than words. People are so damn tense out here! For some reason, I thought people would be more relaxed out here what with the nicer weather and the cheaper cost of living, but boy was I wrong!