Yesterday was our biggest selling day of the week, so we’ve got quite a few packages going to the PO today. They’ve all either been paid for or money orders have been sent. The Barbies are going to Colorado, but are awaiting a money order.

We relisted a few things, including the small porcelain doll at just a buck and she’s already got a bid! So does my 9-lot of Barbies that went up yesterday.

I could’ve used another hour or two of sleep, but 9 hours is better than 6.

It looks like I may not be writing journals by hand after all, until we get set up in the new place. Laptops are pretty cheap these days and I’d love to have one so I’ll probably get one to use on the road and until we’re set up, though I’ll have to write letters by hand.

I’d hate to have a well at the new place since all they do is break. Especially if they belong to us. Tom insists, though, that with a much shallower well, we can pull up the pipes ourselves to fix things that break, whereas here, with over 700’ of pipes full of water, you need the expensive, heavy equipment to pull it all up.

I like the idea of being able to have windows open more often up there and not having to worry about blowing dust when the wind kicks up.

I also like the idea of us making more of our own decisions. With this house, I got to choose whitewash over oak, and white floors over brown, but we didn’t get to choose little things like what kind of thermostat we have and things like that. I’d prefer a digital thermostat.

It’s cooler today, but that’s good. It’ll save us money the less we have to run the AC.

This palm tree is now almost 22”! I keep putting spells on it regularly. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that you must keep regularly applying spells in order to continue getting the results you want. If it’s something that’s a one-time deal, that’s different, but since I want this tree to keep on living, I have to keep on spelling it.

Later…

Tom got a call from the realtor saying that there’s this investor who should know by Friday whether or not he’ll have enough cash to consider getting this place. I thank God for that well I hate so much. Without it we’d have no chance of getting an investor, which would leave us with the option of either getting current, miraculously finding a way high-paying job, and being stuck here another 6 months to a year till we could sell it right, or selling it to those who pay cash for houses and hope we get something for it. It’s the well they’re after and what makes it a real value. I strongly vibe this place will go to an investor, though my vibes are hit or miss when it comes to good or neutral things. It’s the bad things they’re always right on with. I know we won’t get the $135,000 like I originally vibed. What’s more than likely to happen is that an investor will split this land into 4 parcels, each 2½ acres, and then the well will be fed to the other 3 houses.

Yuck! I mean, imagine what the dog situation’s going to be like, and of course they’ll all be showering one day or doing dishes or laundry when all of a sudden the pump goes out. At least we won’t be here to deal with it and the trash and the barking and whatever else is going on around here.

I doubt next door’s going to be the least bit happy. When they first came out here, there was no one around which means they probably liked it that way or else they wouldn’t have moved here in the first place.

Anyway, I may or may not go off schedule. Nothing much is going to be happening other than that this investor may come by to check the place out on Friday, and we decided not to bother swap meeting again. Why go get sunburns when we can sell this stuff on eBay and at our moving sale? And that’s not for a couple of weeks yet, so I may not worry about my schedule for a while. Besides, I need some alone time. I love Tom dearly, but him coming in to tell me things or ask me things and breaking my train of thought when I’m trying to read or write gets old. I need some space to concentrate better. I find I do the same thing too, and jump up to tell or ask him things that I’d normally wait till I saw him for.

As for George, he’s not going to call him till he goes down the day before and checks to see if they’ve moved that weird fence they had. Assuming they haven’t, and I’m sure they won’t, he’ll call George. See, all George is going to say is, “I’ll talk to them.” So the reason we want to wait till the last minute is so that if they ask why they haven’t taken the fence down if we’re met with the usual renter defiance, Tom can tell them that he just called him. That would sound better than saying, “I called days ago, but apparently he either didn’t keep his word about mentioning it, or the renters just don’t care.”

In a few days, Tom’s also going to call Miss Perfect and let her in on what’s going on, not that I expect she’ll care much.

Either way and no matter what happens in the end, I just hope we don’t get fucked over.

I’m so sick of this waiting game and hanging in limbo like this. It’s like, we know we’re moving and we’ve got our minds set on Oregon goes, so let’s just go already!

No mail from Mary today, though I sent her a letter. I try to be consistent so she knows what’s going on. I figure she may’ve either run out of envelopes or is hesitant to send anything so close to the move, but I told her not to worry about it and that the worst that could happen is that it sits at the PO for a while and doesn’t get typed up for a few weeks to a few months.

Still 130 which is good. I decided I don’t care if I’m 20-30 overweight. I’m staying right where I’m at for as long as I can.

I don’t know if Little Guy just got startled or thought Tom was handing him food or what, but he bit him when he went to stick his fingers in the cage, nearly breaking the skin. If he does that to me, he’s going to become a baseball with me as the bat.

Earlier we made $20 on another old thing just sitting in the closet; Tom’s old vibraslap. The cabasa is the other thing to end today in a half hour. It’s at $17.

Later…

It is absolutely gorgeous out. And quiet, too. I cut the AC and opened a couple of windows on the front side of the house as well as in the bedroom. I don’t want to open any back windows and let the afternoon sun make it too warm in here.

According to the weather site, it’s 77º both here and where Mary is, though it’s 9 PM there and 48% humid while it’s just 14% humid here.

Tom finally got his 20th feedback. It’s a good thing we didn’t wait this long to open the store!

Barbie got another bid from someone I think also bid on my last lot.

The incense now has 3 bids. I’m way glad about that.