It now appears we’re going to lose all the mail-order plants except for a few poplars and an elm. Next spring we’ll get bigger poplars. The wind snapped them right in half. Getting bigger ones will be more expensive, but very well worth it. We need all the shade we can get out here. By the end of the summer, we should have a good idea of when the oleanders will be big enough to block out the renters which are a total eyesore. There’s a whole shitload of cars over there. I don’t know if they’ve got out-of-state company or if they’ve taken these cars home to repair them or what. A couple of them do have their hoods open. They’re not out much in the heat of the daytime.

I was watching TV last night, and you know, it really irks me to hear of certain kids referred to as “illegitimate.” That sounds like you’re implying that the kid isn’t truly human or something. And it bothers me when they introduce a woman as a single mom. Who gives a shit about her marital status? Lastly, it really irks me how they went all out and had this huge search for a missing pregnant woman. She got so much attention and that’s fine, but knowing they’d never go all out like that for a motherless hooker or something like that, really bothers me. Not even I’d get nearly as much attention. For one, God would be guiding and protecting my killer to make sure they never got caught, and anytime Tom asked the police what was up with the investigation, he’d no doubt get something like, “We’re working on it, but we just can’t get any solid leads.” Meanwhile, my file would be stashed somewhere where it was virtually forgotten about if it wasn’t lost entirely or dumped.

I just hope there isn’t going to be any divine interference as far as getting the kiln goes, but I know that if it’s meant to be, it’ll be, and if not, it won’t. That’s why I know not to bother praying; because God’s already got his mind made up as far as our destinies go.