Well, this is it. The realtor’s coming out Monday morning at 10:00. Our vibes and logic tell us that the house will be sold in about a week or two. I’m looking forward to finally getting out of here and moving on. I’m a little worried about the actual transition part of it, though. It’s easy moving into an apartment or to an existing house, but when you’re moving to raw land, it’s hard. It’s really hard. If there’s a delay in getting a septic tank, for example, we may have to stay in hotels for a while. If we have to be out of here before we can get the money to buy the trailer, we may have to store what little we’re taking with us in Miss Perfect’s carport or something until we get the money.

Right now we’re living solely on eBay sales.

I just fear God’s going to do what he always does and send us people to screw with us, and all kinds of obstacles and delays so we’re forced to spend money trying to fix other people’s mistakes and shell out money on account of the delays instead of putting that money towards moving on. If they have to come and test the ground, as they do in some places before putting the septic tank in, that right there could be delay number one.

Meanwhile, I’m trying not to worry about the things that can’t be changed like the renters being such an eyesore. It’s not like I could go over there and say, “Hey, we’re trying to sell our house. Think you could move your filthy houses out of here for a few weeks, and your smelly horse, and your screaming kids, and your obnoxious dogs, and your goddamn trash and trailer, too?”

I’m reading a book that Mary read and said was scary, but of course, I like these kinds of murder mysteries. I could never be just a romance writer. Gotta have some murder and mayhem mixed in with the love and sex.

The palm appears to have a new shoot coming up in the center of it that I don’t think was there before, and I woke up to find a partially unfurled leaf on the big leaf plant. It’s a huge leaf. I measured it to be 21”x12”.

The olianders are blooming again. I’m kind of going to miss seeing them grow and put the renters out of sight, but that’s ok. I’d rather plant stuff at the new place with no one in sight in the first place, in a place that should allow me much more of a selection. Out here, there are only so many different things that can stand up to the heat and the wildlife. I think I’ll try the Rose of Sharon again, for starters. And maybe get one of the fruit trees they don’t ship to Arizona or California.