We had to run the AC for a little while yesterday. It’s already 4:00 in the morning and yet it’s 79º in here.

Now the package chase curse is on Tom. He’s been expecting $50 worth of coins that he wants to sell online, and they haven’t arrived yet. When he called about them, he learned they hadn’t even been shipped yet.

Tom said he doesn’t know exactly what this means, but right before he was going to email some local realtors, he got a letter from the bank saying they were going to sell our house. First he’s going to wait and see if they contact him and do a little research. Assuming he doesn’t hear from them, he’ll contact them directly and ask just what they mean by saying they’re going to sell our house. As long as they’re willing to ask a reasonable amount and not ask for something like $100,000 so we have no money to move on, they can sell it all they want, though it’s our house and we’d prefer to sell it ourselves. We don’t trust them. Not after what we’ve gone through and I don’t trust God, either. He’s done nothing but lead us into the hands of greedy, scamming assholes and the last one I trust to look out for our well-being is him. Not with the way we’re a magnet for trouble.

So, once again our fate lies in the hands of strangers with the power to make us or break us, though they’ll be sorry if they break us. They really will. Not just because of the curse I’ll damn them with, but because of our new “fight back” motto the freeloaders inspired. We give what we get. Period. We’re not going to fight back stupidly and get ourselves in trouble, of course, but there are plenty of legal ways to play hardball if that’s the game they want to play with us. We’d prefer to go out peacefully with everyone doing the right thing, but as past experience has taught me, if people can take advantage of you and fuck you over, they will. These people are in the position to do just that, so that means they more than likely will, in which case we’ll strip this place silly on our way out. Sell or take the appliances that came with the house, maybe do a little pipe puncturing of our own (with teeny tiny nails that’ll take time to start leaking and become noticeable as was the case with the shower), and hey, why not add in some electrical work, too? Copper wiring and aluminum wiring don’t mix any better than oil and water, and there’s no crime in being stupid which is exactly what it’d appear to be – someone who didn’t know what the hell they were doing, not someone setting the stage for a delayed fire.

My vibes are shifting yet again, now leaning toward Oregon. The more we research land there, the more we like what we see. We’d probably end up with a smaller parcel, but it’d be just fine what with how dense and tall the trees are there. We can tell just how secluded certain properties are by how far away the power and phone lines are. We don’t want anything saying those are available, and we certainly don’t want anything saying sewer systems are available. It’d have to be more than twice as populated as where we are now for them to go putting in sewer pipes.

Anyway, we have 30 days to dispute the letter, though I’m hoping we won’t have to. I’m just sick of all these delays and worries! I just want to get this move, wherever we’re going, done and over with! If all goes well, we’ll be out of here in April like I originally vibed. If they want to fuck with us for a while first, then we could be here into June.

Another thing I like about Oregon is that it’s closer to the ocean. Not as close as it was for me back east, since we’d be inland, but certainly closer than here. I think the dense forest would also help to muffle the gunshots from hunters, and they also may be less likely to boom over the house. The only reason they do it here is that there is no ocean close by.

We’re so ready to go now that I just might not be bawling my eyes out come moving day like I thought I would be. I even decided not to take the house’s valances after all. Especially if we’re going to be in an old trailer or a tent for a year or two. We may turn it into a regular little campsite while we build the house. There are bears there, but oh well. They’ll just have to learn to coexist with us. They have all kinds of camping equipment from showers to toilets, etc. We may go with what’s known as a compost toilet system rather than a septic because it’s so much cheaper. They also say it doesn’t smell because it creates a vacuum that sucks air down into it. I hope this is the case because septic tanks can really stink at times. Especially if you’re like me with the nose of a bloodhound.