Lots of prairie dogs are out right now. I’m going to miss them, but not their high-pitched little squeaks. It can be obnoxious when I’m trying to sleep and I either have to turn up the fan or sleep on my good ear.

It’s looking more and more likely, the more Tom researches it, that we’ll get a 2-acre parcel in Oregon. It’s the place to go in the west if you want trees and to get away from all the military bases. He checked out a subdivision there that has only 35 people. He says that the more remote we get, the less likely there are to be rowdy people in the area because part of being rowdy is being with people. Yeah, but the few exceptions to the rule always find me. When too many fluky things happen, you know it’s a curse when a definite pattern emerges. Because of this, I wouldn’t mind being adjacent to government land which no one can ever own and that’s there to preserve the wildlife. That way there’ll be just 3 sides for the Brady Bunch, the Partridge Family, and the Section 8 freeloaders. Tom doesn’t think there’ll be a house next to us, but I know there will be sooner or later. If not upon moving in, then within a few years.

It’ll be nice to leave Mexico and return to America till the damn Mexicans migrate their way up there and overrun us there, too. There’ll be more Vietnamese people up there, Tom says. That’s ok. I don’t mind.

Anyway, although we all have our problems in life, getting wrongly tossed in jail and being forced to move (even if we are ready to go) is a bit beyond the norms. I don’t think asking for an ideal home on an ideal piece of land that’s ours and that no one can take from us is too much to ask for, but neither were other things I’ve asked for, so we’ll just have to wait and see. I just want the security of a stable home that no one can take from us and that you don’t see or hear people in the way we can with the renters. Fortunately, though, we can’t hear them in the house with the windows shut, except for their damn dogs and that loud truck. The dogs are nothing like what we had to put up with in Phoenix, though, as far as barking goes.

He said in Oregon we shouldn’t hear as much in the way of hunters because here they’re mainly shooting birds, whereas there they’re mainly shooting deer and elk, and once you fire a shot, all the deer and elk in the area are gone.

Although I’m still the highest bidder, I’m sure I’ll end up being outbid. When I got up at noon today I found that someone tried 3 times to outbid me. I’m sure someone will succeed either tonight or in the final hour of the auction.

Next week Tom’s going to send the bank a letter basically telling them to back off, butt out, and let us sell our own house. He wants to write it rather than call them so that it’s documented. I’m sure in the end, though, that we won’t get to do things our way, and that rather than protect us, God will make sure that these evil-doers have a hold on us we can’t break free of, but hey, if they screw us out of any money to move on, we’ll just strip the place, leave it a mess, and do whatever else comes to mind. We’re not going to just sit back and take it. Our days of being trampled on and turning the other cheek are over. I vowed that after the blacks were out of our lives to never again be anyone’s slave or victim and I intend to hold to this vow.

Tom’s never been to Oregon that he knows of but said he might’ve gone with his family when he was little to visit cousins.

I’m so sick of having little periods before I get the main one. Why can’t I just get my period when I’m supposed to, then be done with it till next month?

Tom got an email from the lady who won the 17 puzzles in Benson, saying she hadn’t received them yet. I said to Tom, “Oh, so now the curse is also on the packages we send as well as those we get?” 

He said no, we couldn’t get that lucky because he had the thing insured for $30. He thinks it’s just lazy people being slow to do their jobs.