We changed our swap meet plans yet again and decided to concentrate on the furniture this week, then do the swap meet next Saturday. That way, not only will my schedule be better for it, but we can bring a sign to let people know we’ll be having a moving sale the following day.

I’m going to dread the day I run out of story ideas. Without Tom having introduced me to computers, Mary’s inspiration, and my loving to write, I’d go insane with boredom!

Later…

We can’t get the title till Tuesday and Mary can’t get my book till then as well, because I forgot that Monday’s Memorial Day. This is one of the reasons why we chose not to swap meet it this weekend. We figured there wouldn’t be as many people.

Gina loved the incense and gave Tom the name of a place to rent the dumpster at, as well as someone who may take the green truck and the big spool of wire we’ve got from one of the times they worked on the cursed well. Tom gave her his email address in case she had trouble getting to the store and told her we wouldn’t restock it till we moved.

Although it’s still working, even I noticed the funny sound in the AC when I was outside early this morning. It’s definitely sick, and the newcomers are definitely already cursed. That’s alright, Tom got the RV AC working, so if worse came to worst and it crapped out on us before we left, we have that as well as the window AC.

About a week ago I told Tom I had a feeling that bulbs would start burning out before we left, and sure enough, a bulb blew in each bathroom as well as my office. It’s okay, though, because we need to use up the spare 60-watt bulbs we have. Whatever’s left will just get left here as we’re going to wire our place for 100 watts and not 60s like this place has.

Since media mail rates are so low, we decided to mail books to us that we still think we can sell to free up more space in the truck/RV.

Guess I’m not as afraid of heights as I thought, seeing that I climbed to the top of the RV the other day. It’s higher up than you’d think.

I feel like, in a sense, we finally got to fight back and win as far as the bank’s concerned by selling out to Huey. We may not have put them out in the way they put us out, but still, we fought back and beat them at their own game. And they weren’t finished with us. They wanted to sell this place and leave us with nothing but a 30-day notice.