A guy in Texas won the dimes. A few hours before the auction ended I saw that it’d come to $43 and it did. I’m vibing $36 on the half-dollars.

They’re now on us about the two house payments we’ve missed. Around mid-February is when we’ll get a real estate agent, preferably a female this time and one who isn’t out to scam anyone in the midst of things. Again, doing our own work should cut down the chances of getting screwed over dramatically, even though people still find a way.

I had an idea, though I don’t know if it’ll work. If it doesn’t, it’s ok, since it’s no loss to us. The idea was to dig up and replant the palm tree into the pot the indoor palm was in. We’ll then leave it outdoors on the top step where the rabbits can’t get it and take it with us if it survives. We won’t bother with the 5 or so surviving olies as they have deeper roots.

I was laughing at how Tom insisted he does it so I wouldn’t “mess anything up.” I was like, “What could I do? Damage some of the dirt? Maybe kill a few scorpions along the way?”

Yet he insisted I’d find something so I’ll gladly let him do it. It’s a job I’d rather not have anyway.

Later…

And he got yet another ticket I told him would lose that lost.

Tom got the palm into the pot, so now we’ll just hope for the best. I put a spell on it and hopefully that’ll help it. I still don’t know, though, if I can influence our sonic boomers due to lack of anger. They irritate me, but they don’t enrage me. The more enraged I am at someone or something, the more likely I am to be able to curse it.

Meanwhile, I am determined to one day have a house that’ll put this 2100-square-foot beauty to shame and I’m going to correct everything they fucked up on, too. I specifically ordered, for example, light blue carpet when they didn’t have pink, and what did I get? Denim blue carpet. So, I’ll not only install light blue carpet with my own two hands along with Tom’s, but I’ll install pink carpet too, and hey, why not throw in lavender as well?

We both agree that while this is a beautiful house with a really cool layout, it’s too open in certain areas. The living room’s the worst because it’s so hard to set up what with the way it’s laid out. We like rooms that are more separate and off by themselves, whereas here you got the living room which opens into the dining room which opens into the kitchen which opens into the den.

Anyway, I’m still sad and a bit teary-eyed. We still would’ve preferred to go at our own leisure than be forced out of here. All I can do is hope that something’s only trying to give us a nudge towards better things and not punishing us. As it is, we could easily be losing out on a fortune with the way this place is building up.

Because it’d be such a bitch to move and because we probably won’t have room for it right away anyway, we may sell most of the furniture and take only the airbed, computer desks, folding tables and maybe the bedroom furniture which consists of just one long dresser and a nightstand.

Of course we won’t tell anyone that the front and back doors leak or that the place is haunted. I’m sure they’ll try to sucker a last-minute buck or two out of us anyway cuz people are greedy and they like to do that kind of shit to us, but we won’t fall for it this time around. They’ll just have to fuck off or take us to court, but of course, we won’t be showing up if they do subpoena us. We know better than to walk into an Arizona courtroom. People tend not to go home when they do that, though civil cases are different from criminal cases as Tom pointed out.

Working out with the ball is great. You sit on it and bounce as high as possible. It’s such an easy way to keep my muscles toned and elevate my heartbeat in a way that’s not nearly as boring as walking, jogging, and rowing. I’m willing and ready to sell both the treadmill and the Bowflex at this point. The ball works my legs and abs just fine, and the dumbbells take care of my arms. I still think I’ll get 5-10 pounds heavier with each passing decade, but I’ll still be fit, strong and healthy.

I thought that maybe the ball was more fun because it was a lot like when I rock to my music, then I got a little worried for a minute there and tested my heart rate while I rocked. Fortunately, it didn’t quite make it up to the target zone. If it had I’d think there was something wrong with me for damn sure. Like I said, though, I really like the ball a lot and how I can move it around so easily as opposed to the Bowflex and treadmill.

I swear I will never again scoff at those over 30 who say they can’t lose weight! These are the people I used to call lazy pigs who let themselves get fat, who could lose weight if they simply put effort into it, but now I know better. And now I know why they’re like, “Well, if I’m going to be fat anyway no matter what I do, why feel like I’m starving by cutting my calories? Why not just eat normally?”

They put up the same kind of patio at the front of the second house that they did with the first house, but that’s okay. By the time they’re all hanging out front gabbing and barking we should be out of here or at least well on our way out of here.

I’ve had very little tightness over the last few days. It really pisses me off to think that the medicine the doctors were prescribing me since quitting smoking was actually causing a lot of the tightness and congestion I’ve experienced after quitting. It’s like, fucking doctors! I hate them almost as much as I hate pigs, lawyers and judges. They simply cannot be trusted, and again, money and power are more important to them than what’s right. I swear I’ll never go to a doctor again till I’m old and dying. Even if I broke a bone, I’d set the damn thing myself and have Tom make a cast out of plaster of Paris. I’ll see a dentist, but to hell with the not-so-good docs!

Who knows, though? Perhaps it’s my powers that’s made me better. Maybe if I weren’t psychic I really would be worse off not taking the inhalers. I’ll still skip the dishonest quacks if I can help it, though, who don’t tell you the side effects of the meds they prescribe, make false diagnoses, and so on.

Since quitting the inhalers I’ve been more tired. Maybe this will help me stay on days if I tire down early since I usually need so much sleep. It isn’t just the constant flying that’s got me wanting to stay on days, but instinct is telling me to do so as well, so I figure it’s because things are going to be picking up soon enough in the way of swap meets, yard sales, moving, and who knows what else? Just as long as the freeloaders aren’t in the picture, it’ll be ok!

I just wish, if we were destined to lose this house as we are, that this could’ve happened once I got out of jail cuz then we could’ve run, but like God would’ve set things up to give me that big of a break? Yeah, right! He wanted me to suffer on account of those freeloaders, and suffer bad, so what would’ve been the point of setting things up to make things easier for me?

It might be a while, during the move, before I can get to a computer for Mary’s drafts, but she’s a very patient, understanding person. It’ll be no prob. At least we’ll be able to keep in touch with no problem because of the cell phones which are going with us. Also, if we change PO boxes before I can get the new one’s address to her, they’ll forward it. I’ll tell her, when the time comes, not to send drafts till we get settled unless she thinks they’ll get stolen. If she thinks they’re at risk there, by all means, she should send them.