I don’t know what took these renters this long to become such slobs, but now that they know they can trash other people’s land and get away with it, I don’t expect they’ll quit anytime soon. Of course, if anyone did complain, that’d just make things worse, unless the complainant was George, someone with leverage, but George doesn’t give a shit what people do. I’m just tired of the sloppiest, loudest and or largest families having to be closest to us and I just wish we had the fucking fences! But we’re not going to, and if we do, it’ll be an indefinite amount of time till we do, so I may as well just accept that it could very well be years before we’re fenced.

It looks like the Mexican chick’s boyfriend or husband next door is white. White and bald. We just saw him fumbling with an electrical box on one of the old shacks. He was too lazy to walk over there too, so he drove his white pickup. I’ve never seen that truck before and thought it was someone who didn’t live there, but Tom said he’s seen it parked there. He was apparently looking for parts, I guess. They must’ve had a blown fuse or something. I’m just glad those shacks are too small for anyone to live in, not that they’d have a way to get electricity to them, cuz that’d be way too close to us. The shacks are practically on the corner of their land, barely 200’ from us. Too close for dogs. I’m amazed the old rundown things can stand up to the wind we often have out here.

A different pickup just pulled in knocked on our door, then went next door after they got no response. Tom wanted to go out and see what they wanted which was probably to either use a phone or get directions, but I said no, and that we should stick to our deal of not opening doors to anyone we’re not expecting.

I’m going to start my diet on July 1st. That will make it easier to keep track of. I’m figuring it’ll take me about 3 weeks of eating every other day only to lose a sufficient amount of weight. It’ll be tough, but it’ll sure beat dieting for 3 or more months! The only problem I’ll probably run into in the beginning is getting stuck. Most people get stuck when they begin new diets until their bodies get used to it.

They cashed the check for the fairy so I’m hoping it’s on its way, and of course, we’re also expecting that camera, the Indian doll and CDs. The camera will come with digital editing software so I can edit Kate. I decided that rather than saving whole episodes, I'd just edit scenes with Kate in them, then burn those onto CD. Then, when we get a DVD recorder (we only have a DVD player) I’ll transfer them to that.

I was laughing my ass off earlier after I commented about Tom being 80% gray. Especially in the front and sides. At first he was like, “No I’m not!” Then when I showed him pictures of him a decade ago to prove myself right, he was like, “That’s it. I’m dying my hair for sure.”

What’s the difference between how much gray he has now as opposed to a decade ago? About the same difference as the size of my face now and a decade ago. In other words, there’s a fairly significant difference!

Later…

I’ve been trying to urge him to get more stuff done around here while he has all this free time because wherever he works next, he’s not going to have that much free time. Maybe he’ll have a little more than he did, but not that much more. If we’re not going to put up fences anytime soon, then he could be doing other things. For one, the trash we buried by the well that’s exposed itself a bit over time could use some more dirt, the pipes we drive over that sit in the wash could use more dirt, and the old garden fence of chicken wire could be torn down.

Meagan emailed Tom saying she was going to court to get her last name changed to Stacey’s, and also, one of her students asked if she was a lesbian. If I were her, I’d like to have said, “Yeah, I am, deal with it,” but in gay-hating Arizona, her best bet would’ve been to tell her student that it was none of their business. It’s true, and her preference has nothing to do with teaching high school mathematics anyway.