I got the Florida lot yesterday because it turned out that it was sent priority mail. I kept about half of the dolls, but most of the outfits will go towards my own lot.

I called and spoke with Jeff who said he didn’t know if the oil was in yet or if Bob just plain forgot to ship it. He said he’d let him know I called and then later on Bob left a message on Tom’s phone to confirm. Supposedly, the oil was shipped yesterday or today, but I’ll believe it when I see it.

Tom emailed a realtor yesterday and explained to her that the house payments weren’t current and that he’d been having trouble communicating with the bank regarding the loan they’ve been handling. He also stated that it’s a large 1999 Palm Harbor on a 10-acre lot with a private well which will hopefully compensate for any worries she may have in dealing with the bank.

Because we’re still not sure what the bank’s going to do, we have some plans. Maybe the bank will stay out of it and let us do what needs to be done, or maybe they’re silently lying in wait, planning to pounce at the last minute. If they can’t butt out, Tom’s going to file a religious discrimination suit with HUD (this refers to when he expressed his concerns over the appropriateness of religion being dragged into the workplace). This won’t be because he thinks he can win it, but rather a delay tactic to stall the bank from interfering. If worse came to ultimate worse and we can’t find anyone brave enough to take on the bank, we’ll go to his mother to pay off what we owe, then we’ll sell it without the bank being able to do shit to us, and pay her back as soon as we can.

Around the time the unemployment checks stop, we’re going to sell the Bowflex for about $800. Fortunately, they sell like crazy, though we’ll be doing local pickup only.

I’m just so sick of God sending us one problem after another. I wish he’d just give us a break and leave us alone! But what can I do? Hurt 5 innocent people by placing spells on them for every 1 he sics on us and hope it wears on his conscious enough to lay off?

As we both agree, we’re ready to go no matter how we go, where we go, or what ends up happening. There’s just too much bad connected to this house and I’d really like a house that the freeloaders have no connection to us in. We’ve gone through way more shit here than in Phoenix, in a sense. I knew God was going to punish us for leaving Phoenix, but I never knew he’d go to such extremes! Shit, Phoenix is just a place! Still, it blows my mind that he could have done the things he had done to us and all because we just wanted to go to where there were fewer people around that were likely to hurt us, and because we simply wanted to live in peace. Just how is it that these freeloaders could make our lives a living hell when we lived with them, only to end up making it a million times more hellish for us from an hour’s distance?! It’s like they didn’t just move with us, they moved in with us. We totally went from having to live with them to having to live for them.

Anyway, I believe more so than ever before, now that we’re coming up on a whole year that my life has had to revolve around them in any way, that I’m finally free of them and that they know they’ve won and aren’t going to pull anything else on me, but still, I feel like a bit of a sitting duck here. I can’t go up to a window in front without seeing half a dozen squad cars come flying in at me.

I’m still so surprised at how anti-Jewish Arizona is. I thought that with the way it was so pro-black/Hispanic they wouldn’t hate Jews so much, but as I know from personal experience, one can dislike certain groups while they have no problem with others. Just because I don’t dig blacks, Hispanics or Arabs doesn’t mean I dislike Indians, Asians, and of course, gays.

Come moving day, which we now think will be around June 1st, an ideal time to move to a state like Oregon, a part of me is going to wish the date was April 30th of ’01 just so I could give the freeloaders and this state the satisfaction of not getting their way with me and so I could get out of the 2 years of probation I never deserved.

I told Tom I wonder if our immediate neighbors will find some reason to come and meet us like they did when we first came here and he said he doubts we’ll have any immediate neighbors. If we don’t, it won’t be that way for long. If the neighbor curse has been following me around since ’92, I doubt moving to Oregon will change that.