It’s 3:00 in the morning and 83º in here. I’d say we’re coming up on that time when the AC must run night and day.

I miss having butter rum around, so I dipped the remaining eighth of the butter rum oil I had. I hope it comes out well, though, because butter rum is the one scent I just can’t seem to dip well. I’m trying a shorter soak and longer drying time this time around.

Later…

The house closed today, so now it’s no longer legally ours and now we’re merely guests allowed to stay for the next month. While I don’t expect the transition to be smooth, I hope it isn’t too rocky. The hardest part will be sleeping at night and staying awake during the daytime, but at least I’ll be able to lie down along the way. Having to sit in the cramped, uncomfortable cab of the truck wouldn’t have been much fun at all. Either way, I just want to get it done and over with!

The only bad thing is that he couldn’t get the money when he went to sign the papers. They’re going to mail a check instead.

The renter’s trailer and loud truck are gone again. Good. I hope it stays gone for at least a month, too. And if nothing could break for just one month, and if the freeloaders could continue to stay out of our lives, it would be oh-so-wonderful.

He spoke to one of the landowners and they say that with a $250 permit, we could park the RV on the land for up to a year. This way we’d only have to go to the campground to dump the tanks and do laundry. That’s a great relief to me because campgrounds are totally wild. People are partying at all hours of the day and night and there are always, always little kids running around screaming their heads off. It would not be a peaceful place to stay.

We looked at floor plans for a 3-story dome that totals 1800 square feet. We don’t want anything smaller than that or bigger than 2500 square feet. I think right around 2000 would be sufficient enough. Anyway, this thing will definitely be even more unique than this house, and domes are easier for one person to build because you don’t need to brace the walls until the ceiling is in place. The dome is a series of triangles and not fewer large sheets of squares or rectangles.

Tom says he knows for sure that our lives will be better in Oregon, and I think it will too, it’s just that we can never know for sure until we get there. I have to wonder, though, will Oregon come to hold its share of bad memories for me like Massachusetts, Connecticut, Maine, Vermont and Arizona? Maine hardly counts compared to the rest of them, and even Arizona’s a joke compared to MA, but the depression over not being allowed the child I once wanted, and then the * seizing control of my life for 7 years, taints it enough.

Another week and it’ll be a month of not hearing from Mary. In her last letter, she was really paranoid about my using her in my book and hurting her case, but she hurt the case all by herself when she opened her mouth to the pigs and media. Sending bits and pieces of her book to various people didn’t help either. When she had me send it to Terrie, that automatically went to Monster’s defense attorney as well. At first I was like, don’t worry about it. You didn’t say anything incriminating, but actually, there’s plenty in the book that’s incriminating. Mainly that she knew what Monster was all about long before he killed Gretchen. She went back to him after he abused her and James for quite a while and the book clearly says this. He kept abusing her and she kept taking it. He kept abusing her kids and she kept going back to him. She’d run and return, run and return. It’d be like someone shooting someone and saying they didn’t mean to hurt them. Some things are just too obvious to deny or dispute.