Down to having 10 months and 20 days to go with the freeloaders being very much a part of our lives. I try to tell myself, all you have to do is report 21 more times and let Tom take care of the payments. But it’s not that easy. Aside from the inevitable humiliation I’m in for some time during the first few months of the year, I have the stress of always having to gear my schedule towards being up and available come report days, so it’s not like my life belongs to me on non-report days. I have to work at being available and I have the stress of possibly being woken up when on nights. That part of it is dwindling a bit, though, so long as he doesn’t start coming around a lot at the start of the year. It’s just that that’s when people are most likely to run and a lot of the Maricopa residents are going to be unhappy about going to Casa Grande, so that’s an added incentive right there. It’s his female clients he’d be more worried about. His male clients have to pee in front of someone no matter what town they report in since Scot’s a guy, so I’d expect him here at the house between the 2nd and the 7th of January (I’ll be seeing him on the 8th) if he doesn’t stop in this month. Even if he did stop in this month, he still may come around between then anyway.

I just wish I knew exactly when the test was going to be! That way I wouldn’t have to stress over filling my bladder to the max 4 times unnecessarily if my test was going to be the first week of March. I think it’ll be in January, though. I kind of hope so only cuz I want to get it over with, but as I said before, I won’t hesitate to let him know that that’s the final time I’ll be subjected to such degradation. This state simply isn’t going to get its way with both the classes and with more than one more test. I’ll put my foot down with that so fast and so hard if I have to just like I did with the job issue. They’re lucky they didn’t push me with that or else they’d have lost me for sure. At this point, though, they would have to make demands like that to never see me again, though I’m not so worried about the state anymore. It’s the freeloaders and their pig pal I’m a little wary of, but I doubt I’ll have to worry about them. I know I should be a little pessimistic after all the years of abuse we’ve had to endure on account of them, but my vibes tell me I just might be okay after all. We really might be looking at the end of the freeloader’s reign of shit come October of next year. If not, I’m armed with something I wasn’t armed with before and that’s knowledge. I know now not to answer the door to the pigs, and I know now not to talk to them if they should either kick the door down or snatch me outside somewhere. I know now not to touch anything they try to hand me and I know not to go to court. Especially with a public pretender at my side!

I’m going to be on days till the 20th.

We got the trucks and next comes the bike, fences, kiln, and other little odds and ends. I’ll be making a preliminary doll order next week, so to speak, but don’t yet know which dolls I’ll get.

After having more time to inspect and work on the trucks, he says we got a killer deal. That’s great but worrisome. I mean, killer deals usually mean brutal compensation! As it is, we’re having a hell of a time getting the pension money thanks to other people’s incompetence, but like I told Tom, whenever it comes to money, there’ll always be a problem. Especially when it’s extra money.

Yesterday, we went to the PO in case the form was there with plans to head over to Casa Grande if it was, but my vibes told me it wasn’t there. Nor will it be there today, but it probably will be come Wednesday or Thursday.

“What is there then?” Tom asked as we were heading over.

Two envelopes from Mary and a catalog, I told him, and was right about the catalog. Meanwhile, there was nothing from Mary, a prime example of how I have a lower accuracy rate on the more positive things.

As we passed the casino I had a vibe about winning, so we stopped there. I warned Tom, though, that because it was a positive vibe, not to hold his breath. Well, we didn’t win, but I sure did make the $10 I played with last for quite a while on the slot machines, while he lost on poker right away. So, I was kind of right on both the gambling and the mail vibes.

I’m just glad I was wrong about the stocks selling this year, though I almost wasn’t. We certainly didn’t get much from them. That’s why we borrowed from the pension plan. If worse came to worse with January’s stocks, we’ll still be able to get the fences cuz we’ll just use our tax return. This year the government owes us!

Now here’s my surprising news. One of the frogs is living with one of the bettas! I checked up on them online cuz I was curious to see if they could live in bowls without pumps/filters, and not only found that they could, but that they can live with bettas! I was shocked, knowing how aggressive bettas can be, which is why they’re sold separately. I’m not going to frog out all 3 bettas, but I might add a couple more in this bowl, then more in the aquarium.

In rat news, they’re strange yet fun little guys. They’re strange in that neither of them uses the tubes or the wheel.

Little Fella’s turned out to be a lot of fun. He’s really becoming quite a people rat. The other one’s friendly and brave, but is a carbon copy of Sneezy. He not only sneezes a lot, but he won’t come out of the cage. He too, only goes so far as to put his front paws outside the cage and then backs up into the cage, as if he’s afraid to trust that the floor will hold him or something.

Although he is missed, having these rats has helped me get over the loss of Little Buddy faster.

PG must’ve somehow caught onto my plans to rip them off, cuz not only did they not send an order confirmation to my excite address, they’re ignoring my email inquiring about the status of the order, but then again, they ignore everybody. If you really want to talk to them, you’re better off calling them. Nonetheless, I’ve written off the freebies along with Tasha. Perhaps it’s all for the better, though, as I said before. I’d only have been punished for it for 5-7 years.

Later…

We left after noon and our first stop was at the PO. I was right. No form. But something was there for DC (delivery confirmation) yet we couldn’t get it cuz they were out to lunch. We were pretty sure it was the hand-held sewing machine, and instead of waiting for them to return from lunch, we headed for Casa Grande to grab a few groceries before heading home.

Tom left early for work before the PO was to close, so he could get the package. He said he’ll email me from work to let me know for sure what it is, but it might not be till 7:00 when he does so.

On our way out, we saw horses and a donkey on the property across from next door. Tom said at around sunrise he could hear the donkey and said that it was obnoxious, but I have yet to hear it. Not in the house anyway. All I hear in the house is a low-pitched bark from the place two lots diagonally in front of us, and that higher-pitched bark that I think is coming from the renter. That one can be sort of annoying.

Other than that, the weekend was quiet. No music, no ATVs. I could hear the faint beat of music late in the afternoon yesterday, but only outside.