The mysterious foul smells continue to come and go, particularly when the AC is on. It’s not as strong with the AC as it was with the heat, though.

Tom suggested we keep one of the guitars, saying you just never know if one of us may one day get the urge to pick it up. So I decided to keep the one I got when I was 14 with the beautiful flowers and hummingbirds on the pickguards. That guitar was my only real friend for the longest time and has been to many states and places with me. Now if some fool were to suddenly appear with a couple of hundred bucks asking for it, I’d go for it. Although I did play the guitar and the keyboards for many years, I don’t see myself ever getting interested in them again. I have a whole new life with entirely different goals, interests and priorities, so I don’t see how they’d ever really fit into my life from here on out.

Anyway, my guitar endeavors are certainly something I’ll never forget. I began on Cousin Philip’s old guitar which, of course, was a nightmare. A real piece of junk it was. Doe and Art wouldn’t let me get a new guitar until they saw that I was serious and was going to stick to it, since I hadn’t played the piano long and quit the flute quicker than I started it. I always hated wind instruments, though. They are way too hard. The piano’s easier than the guitar, but I was so into Linda at the time and found the guitars in some of her songs so pretty that I just knew I had to play it.

The boxes came today, but I misunderstood what Tom told me about them. They’re not moving boxes. They’re incense boxes and other small boxes we can use for whatever else, but they are a bit small for moving. He’ll get moving boxes from Walmart or something like he did last time. Fortunately, we saved a lot of the boxes we moved in here with, so we shouldn’t need nearly as many. I’ve also been saving boxes of good sizes and conditions since last fall when it started looking more and more obvious that we’d be moving at some point soon enough.

Not surprisingly, I got an email from the people I won the Barbies from saying that they weren’t shipped out till today, because PayPal took a little longer than usual to transfer the funds to their account, and I was like, well of course there’s a delay. These are dolls after all. Meanwhile, Tom got his coin holders from this other company in no time at all, and it was a speedy delivery with the boxes, too. So I guess I won’t have them till the 1st.

There is a lot of 106 Barbie and Barbie-like dolls in Tennessee that’s currently up to $19.25, but of course, shipping’s $22 since that is a lot of Barbies! They’re all dressed and some are said to be damaged, but they look really good from the pictures. I’d love to win it! The only thing is that the seller asked that no one with PO boxes bid. I think I just might ignore them like the guy in France ignored our ‘US shipping only’ note. The worst that could happen is that they refund my money and ship it to the runner-up. They better at least refund it if they don’t ship to me anyway. That is, only if I win, of course. One of the current bidders is one I beat in the other lot. I checked the 4 bidders it has so far and they honestly don’t seem to know what they’re doing. Tom taught me it’s best to ignore what others are doing and simply put in your maximum bid. It worked the last time, so he must know what he’s talking about. Anyway, we both agree this is a hell of a deal as long as it doesn’t go over $50, and I probably will bid at some point, though not till it gets closer to the end. It’s got 4 days to go yet.

Tom’s now just 3 feedbacks away from the store. Wish I could give him 3 of the 6 feedbacks I have!

Tomorrow, we have a couple of things ending – an old Intellevision game and a specialized adapter.

Tom sent the letter to the bank today but didn’t show it to me like I told him I wanted him to. He said it was only a few sentences and to the point, but I don’t know. Tom’s just not very good at putting his foot down and being to the point. I just hope he didn’t play nicey-nicey and sound like he’s kissing ass. As soon as you come off as too nice and willing to kiss ass, you’re screwed. Sometimes, like it or not, you really do have to come off as a confrontational bitch to get people off your ass. I know we’re destined to get fucked over anyway, so we may as well deal with and accept it. Just one more group of people we’ll be forced to fight with. I’m just sooo sick of all kinds of people, people we don’t even know, having this grand hold on us that we can’t break. It’s like we’re theirs to do as they wish and that’s scary. It really is. People will still set out to screw us in Oregon, but at least they won’t be able to take our home. Then maybe, just maybe, we can have more of your normal, everyday problems instead of such fluky bullshit. The kind that’s not supposed to happen to us but that does anyway.

Our goal, if we can ever get out of here, is to not have to get a storage bin. We’re hoping to fit everything into the trailer we’re going to get and the truck (we’ll sell the car and all the furniture). It’ll probably take us two days to get there, assuming we really do go to Oregon. Instead of staying at a hotel overnight, we may pull into a campground and stay in the trailer. Hopefully, not long after we get to wherever we’re going to live, we can pitch a tent for added storage space as well as a place for him to sleep so I don’t have to listen to him snore like a freight train when we’re on the same schedule.

I am not looking forward to living like an eighteen-year-old once again. In fact, this may be worse than the worst place I’ve lived in as an adult (regardless of neighbors/neighborhood). The Phoenix house may’ve been too old and too small, but it’s going to seem gigantic compared to a little shit trailer and a tent. Same with the NHA dive. These aren’t going to be Sheriff Joe’s humongous army tents or some modern RV that’s as long as a school bus. Still, if we have to lower ourselves a bit in life to get higher than we are now, we’re willing to do it.

We thought of some negatives to being in Oregon and to having government land border our land.

The trees may interfere with the satellite which needs a clear view of the southern sky. I’m sure we can work around that, though, by raising the thing on a long pole if we have to.

As for the government land – there could be noisy activity on it like hunting and who knows what else.

I feel like my weight’s gone up again. I’ll weigh myself when I get up which is the time I prefer to do it. I just wish I could be like most people who simply don’t lose weight when they don’t diet, rather than continually gain in steady increments. I guess this might be because most people let their weight max out to whatever it’s going to be when they get older, which is usually at least 50 pounds overweight. I never let myself do that. If I let myself gain another 20-30 pounds, then perhaps I’d stop gaining if I didn’t diet, but I’d rather not do that.

I’m ragging like hell right now. For the longest time I was like ok, God cursed me sexually by either denying me lust or by sending me people who were sexually dysfunctional, so why not curse my female parts too, and cause me to need a hysterectomy? But then I realized the periods are the curse. Besides, you can’t exactly tease someone with the prospect of a child like he did through Tom if they don’t have the parts.