Not surprisingly, there’s not one bid placed on Samantha. There have been just over 100 viewings, but this was the true test. Meaning, I’m really, really not allowed to make money. But why? I just don’t see why it’s such a big deal to God that I don’t make any money. Tom suggested I try to sell something else, but no way. I know what can happen to me for going against what’s been ordered of me. If God said no to my making money, then the answer’s no, and as unfair and as wrong as that is, I have no choice but to go along with it or I’ll be punished.

I asked myself yesterday since it’s going to be a while before we’re doing better financially, if I wanted to continue saving up for Haiku now or wait till there is more money. I decided that if I found a buy-it-now price on the Red Hot Barbie, the last of the 3 divas I’ve been wanting, for $25, I’d go for it, but I found one for $20! It’s in L.A. and was sent yesterday. Monday’s a holiday, but I probably won’t get it till Saturday anyway, cuz that just seems to be the usual day dolls arrive.

God may be able to keep me from making money, but he can’t keep me from the freebies! I’ve been ordering tons and tons of free samples. In about 4-6 weeks we should be getting slammed with samples. I wish I’d kept a list of everything we’re getting. I entered Tom to win power tools, too. Let’s see, of the samples I can remember, there are things like a Celine Dion perfume sample. I didn’t even know she was doing that. There are tooth-whitening samples, tea, tampons, lotions, shampoos, conditioners and so much more.

We’re going to be bombing later on because spiders are back to showing up every day. I can delay, but not prevent us from having to bomb. We’re gonna go to Home Depot in Casa Grande to get cement to finish the rest of the posts for the outer fence we were ever so fated never to have. Watch, with our shit luck, circumstances will conveniently prevent us from ever having a pool or porches or an interior fence. It’s like something doesn’t want us making ourselves more comfortable here. I always knew that anyway and that something up there was against our moving out here in the first place.

This has been the quietest hunting season ever. They’re not even hunting on weekends. I wonder if they’ve been banned from doing so due to the population build-up out here.

I’m over 1000 points at Memolink, but there’s no way we’re going to be able to activate the casinos. Why should we? It’d mean more money for me.

I finished my book yesterday and it’s definitely my best work yet if I do say so myself. Mary and Bob will have their copies by the end of next week, but the liar won’t. I’m through doing for her and giving to her. All she had to do was say she couldn’t afford the $28 or that she wasn’t interested. That’s all she had to do. I still don’t see why the truth is so hard for so many people. Why does yes mean yes, and why does yes also mean no with most people?

To give a brief story plot summary, Misha Nichols witnesses a convenience store robbery turned to murder and is placed in the Witness Protection Program. Detective Dale Richardson sees her at the Sacramento police station and likes what she sees. She takes her into her Ukiah home and finds the feeling is mutual. Soon, the crooks are caught, she testifies at their trial, and life goes on. They marry and Misha is artificially inseminated but suffers a miscarriage. Then she slips, hits her head and gets a concussion that causes her to have memory lapses and mood swings. Dale asked the department shrink, Gail Kinkade to talk with Misha. Misha gets a bad feeling from the doctor who kidnaps her just as she regains her memory of the fall and the concussion heals and Misha gets well again. Then, Misha is held hostage in Yreka by Gail for 8 months, along with another young lady. Gail is full of strange moods and illusions. Misha one day breaks away just as Dale finds and rescues her. Afterward, she and Misha have a child and live happily ever after.