The job at Mary’s is going well, though it hasn’t been easy. He left just after 9:30 and should be back in the early evening.

I spoke to Mary last night who commented on the latest sewing pictures I sent and said I was doing well with it, though I know I still have a lot to learn. She also asked if I’d be coming by today, saying I was welcome to do so, but I told her I wasn’t sure.

For some strange reason, Michelle hasn’t retrieved my letter to her from Mary, and Mary’s only retrieved my sewing pictures and an e-card I sent of the betta and frogs (I have all 4 frogs in with one betta now). She hasn’t gotten my “piece of mind,” so to speak, nor the rat pictures I sent shortly after we got Oreo.

She sounded like the Mary I knew before the casino – friendly, polite, etc. You’d never know she could be so moody and intolerable.

Today, though, we decided that because of the paint fumes, I shouldn’t go over there. Truthfully, I didn’t want to go either. I just saw these people and don’t like going out much.

Tom brought back with him a decorative wreath Mom made at the center. Since I’m so short, Tom’s going to put it up over the refrigerator for me where it’ll probably remain as long as we live here.

He also brought home a little plastic yellow rose and a cluster of maroon and white flowers.

Lastly, he brought home some Barbie clothes Moma made years ago. Naturally, the fabric’s pitiful. It’s so 60s and 70s! Perhaps, though, I can learn from her work. She really knows her stuff.

He’s now on his last vacation of the year and I hope the job at Mary’s will be finished today because we have our own house that needs work.

God does have some good in him after all cuz most of Lady’s rats were stillborn. The Carpet rats were alive, but I figured Tom didn’t need to know this and that he’d feel better knowing they were all stillborn. All of Little Ratsy’s were, then she herself died later on. I know Tom liked her (cuz I didn’t) so I kind of feel bad for him. She had 9 stillborns and the other one had 6. One of them did appear to be on its way out.

Meanwhile, I moved the surviving bitch into the living room cuz it’s such a spacious room.

Paula left a message saying obviously she’s still free, but she has to return to court on January 23rd, and there are a few things she does need to talk to me about. As always, she named a call-back time but never did call.

What could she possibly have to talk to me about? Knowing her it could be something as off the wall as flying Justin out here to stay with us while she’s locked up, which of course, will never happen.

She probably just wants me to look for some guy online. I’m sure that’s all it is. Some PR junkie she wants to hook back up with. That’s what she always wants to talk to me about – guys.

I’m now pretty sure that the obnoxious barking I hear on and off is next door’s little mutt. The smaller one. When I first chased it off and onto its property, I couldn’t hear it once I shut the door. So, the fact that I can sometimes hear it, tells me it’s coming onto our land to bark.

Incredible. Totally incredible that that could happen out here. Goes to show we’re not that isolated.

Anyway, I didn’t want the assholes to see me chasing it off for two reasons. First, that’s they’re right as far as they’re concerned. Their animals have a right to trespass on our land all they want, and in their minds, they’re not doing anything wrong. To complain or show any signs of protest would be seen as rude, selfish, inconsiderate, and downright mean and evil!

Secondly, these are Mexican welfare bums, and that’s all the ammunition they’d need right there against a convicted white Jew in the great state of Arizona.

The rats are so cute, funny and full of spunk. Little Fella’s still the one who ventures out the most and the furthest and who likes to be handled more.

If Scot doesn’t show up before New Year’s, that’ll make 20 weeks since he was here which was last August 8th. I’d still bet on his coming around between the 2nd and the 7th.

Why doesn’t my heart race with stress and anxiety when I think of my upcoming humiliating piss test? I know it’s going to happen. I guess my mind just accepts it is all like I said before.