Dave sent a really funny list of computer problems and complaints people called tech support about. You have to have a basic knowledge of computers to appreciate the humor in it as it sure is funny if you do! I always did say most people are stupid for a reason and they are!

As I was showering earlier, it hit me that my femininity might not have been such a big deal as I may’ve thought it was as far as attracting other women go. In jail, I was wondering how the hell it could be that I was getting hit on more than I had in all the gay bars I’d been to in the past combined as a middle-aged, overweight woman. Well, maybe that’s why I got hit on more. Meaning, maybe it was my scrawniness in the past that was hindering me and maybe I looked too young. I did, after all, look more like a girl than a woman throughout my 20s, and that, plus being so small like I once was, is more of a guy thing. They’re the ones into that petite kiddy thing. That’s why so many cocks dump their wives when they get older and lose interest in them. Meanwhile, perhaps it really is true that most gay women don’t want women so young-looking and small that may come off as too prissy to them. Maybe my chunkiness is why I attract women easier now than I did in the past, not that I want to go out and meet women. If one comes to me, we’ll see. If not, fine. I may still not be what most gay women want (though I do know how to attract an ugly butch), but I think it really was a question of size versus femininity.

Once when I was listening to the radio in jail, there was this call-in thing for lesbians to meet each other. One of the callers was 4’ 10”, 90 pounds. The girl she was trying to get together with insisted she was simply too small. Never before have I heard of a man rejecting a woman for being too small. Too fat and too old, yes, but never too small. This makes me more convinced that women prefer heavier women as opposed to cocks that prefer skinny ones. My shortness would be another mark against me in the gay world and another asset, not that it’s any compliment to me, in the straight world.

Later…

That damn bank is continuing to own my husband and run him ragged. He’s married more to that job than to me, so it’s a good thing I’m independent and can find things to entertain myself with. One person after another has a problem. I’m just so fucking sick of the world’s problems falling on us! When are we ever going to have a life so we can get shit done around here? Tom worked on the truck a little, but we have so, so much more to do. This is the second week in a row he’s not only been forced to work way overtime but 6 days a week. Why oh why must we be forced to shoulder the world’s burdens?!

These angelfish sure beg for food a lot and are so brave that if I hold the food just at the surface of the water, they yank it out of my hand. I like how they seem to know what’s going on around them and how they watch my every move, whereas the others seem to be in their own little world. What’s weird is that one stayed the same size while the other got huge. It’s easily 6” long.

I don’t know why they call these trees Palo Verde’s when they’re sprouting little yellow flowers, but anyway, it’s that time of year when the bees are out buzzing away like crazy.

I still can’t believe how big those vultures are. One was circling around me overhead and checking me out, but Tom assured me they don’t attack people.

I had fun watering the plants and got some more color while doing it. It’s so cool to have something like this in which I take so much pride. It’s like creating and building something like a work of art that you watch grow little by little. I took some pictures of the most promising things. The oleanders, poplars and the Sharons are doing the best, but Tom was right; the lavender and tulip trees show no signs of life. The bulbs haven’t shot up yet either, but when they do, I’m sure the wildlife will destroy them. At least those were free. The palms are holding their own, the second bougainvillea’s barely alive, and the elms might just be beginning to sprout leaves, but we can’t be sure yet. The real test will be how they handle the heat of the summer. There shouldn’t be a problem. After all, we checked to make sure we were in the right zone when ordering. Also, if they couldn’t grow here, they wouldn’t ship them here.

It’s cool how my watering attracts butterflies. All kinds of pretty monarchs. All kinds of annoying flies, too.

Of the pink, white and red oleanders, my favorite is the red. It’s a deep, rich shade of red. The white is my second favorite because it’s so bright. The pink, however, is a rather dull shade.

My plan, and I’ll take the money out of my allowance, is to grab an oleander every time I’m in Casa Grande and I still have lots more trips to make. (13) What I want to do since they grow so well, so fast and are pretty, is to expand left and right along the back wash. I also want to put one in front of the well’s water tank. When I say, “in front,” I mean from the bedroom’s point of view. From the bedroom window, you can see the tank and I want to put one in front of it so that’s what we see instead. It’ll take a couple of years, though, before they’re full and high. It’ll take about 3 oleanders to the right of the line we’re creating by the back wash to block their driveway. I wouldn’t see it from the kitchen window with the stuff full-grown, but I could from the retreat’s window. I’ll also need 3 to the left of what we’ve got to block out the houses themselves. They’d be blocked from the retreat’s window, but not the kitchen, once they reach their said mature height of 12’ - 15’. After I’ve done that, I’ll continue to branch out a way in both directions, especially to the left as I know it’s only a matter of time before the fourth and final rental is hauled in behind the 3 existing ones. It sucks that we’re going to have to wait a whole year to order more plants by mail, but at least by then we’ll know what to get for sure. I know I want more poplars and Sharons. Perhaps that’s all we’ll get. I’d like to extend our line of poplars in back towards the right and add 3-5 more back there, then maybe in front too, though I don’t know where they’d go. As long as they didn’t block my view of the palms they could maybe go just in front of the wash or maybe just behind the palms.

If for some reason the Sharons die, I’ll oleander the perimeters, but only along the front and sides just till they meet with the wash behind the house as they’re more expensive. About $5 for a small one. I want to get next door’s ugly shacks out of sight too, though they’re not nearly as easy to see as they used to be. Not ever since we had that vicious summer storm, followed by a wetter winter which thickened things up.

Anyway, the landscaping adventure has been so much fun and I’m really looking forward to turning this place into quite a palace, though I expect it’ll take years.

There’s also the chance that I may get live indoor palms rather than a fake one. Tom says there are live, fern plants that are very palm-like and they’re cheaper than fake ones. I’m pretty sure I know what he’s talking about, too. I’ll have to water them a few times a week and buy a decorative pot to place them in, but it may save a lot of money and then I can get 2-3. The house is so damn big it could use some. Especially in the living room. I might even put one in my office, too.

Later…

Just spotted the first dust devil of the year.

I wonder if Scot will be back on Wednesday. I still prefer him not to return anytime soon, especially before the next progress report so I don’t have to hear about the “victim,” though if I don’t hear it then, I’m sure I’ll hear it at the end, if not sooner. It’s just that I don’t want any of these other POs to get it in mind to test me. Maybe Scot left instructions with them on who to do what with and informed them that they need not stop by the house or test me. I hope that’s the case. Or maybe, unless they see obvious signs of funny behavior, they just don’t care, especially since I’m not their client.

I forgot to say that I think they inspected Mary’s mail to me, as in steamed it open, then put a piece of scotch tape on it afterward. It was as if I took an envelope, and rather than licked it, I closed it and put a piece of tape over half of its flap. What they’d be looking for, I don’t know.