I was worried that today was going to be like yesterday, but thanks to the clouds we’ve got today, it’s beautiful. So far it hasn’t gotten over 81º.

One reason I’m glad it’s nice, besides being more comfortable, is so I could do some rearranging in preparation to move into the shed. I mostly organized my clothes

Later…

Well, it did end up going up 5 degrees, but not until 2:30.

Saw a very unnerving sight earlier. At around 7:00, Tom and I were chatting when I spotted a squad car going up our street.

Tom’s theory about it seemed to shift from someone complaining about us to it not being related to us at all.

For one, if it were either due to a complaint or the sickos following and finding us here, why didn’t the pig stop here?

His first thought was that Bob complained, the pig came to see where he was talking about, and now he’s going to mail us a letter saying a complaint was filed on us, which Tom thinks we can get out of even if we are ticketed, cuz no one can prove we’re living here and we’re not obligated to prove we aren’t.

I was surprised when he said he’d suspect Bob as the complainant, who no longer works for Michael, but then he told me about some comments he made that I didn’t hear (I mostly spoke with his wife while they spoke). The cock told Tom that he called Michael about people putting up sheds on a particular piece of land, then Michael told him he knew about it and that they’d been there 6 weeks, yet Bob said he was going to turn them into the county anyway.

And here we are putting up a shed.

I swear to God, though, if that moron does complain about us, not only will I refuse to pay the damn ticket, I will fight back. So if he complains, he better be prepared to get complained against himself!

Of course, other possible scenarios ran through my mind, for obvious reasons. After being manipulated and abused by pigs in two different states, I can’t help but be paranoid. Paranoid enough to draw the curtain that separates the cab from the rest of the RV and draw curtains in the windows, too. Once I was out of here and in the shed, I was going to leave it wide open to let the sunlight in, since he doesn’t mind sleeping with the bright moonlight, but no way. I know that if someone really wanted to get in here, they would, but I’m not about to let them see what we’ve got so easily either.

We both agreed, though, that if someone came knocking, I’d just play dead and not move a muscle. I know trouble can penetrate a house if it really wants to, yet I’ll still feel way more secure once we’re in the house!

If they happened to catch me out and about – well – a certain pig taught me to keep my mouth shut now, didn’t it?

This brings me to a few other possibilities, but hopefully very remote ones. Naturally, my first fear is that the sickos want to go for round 4 with us and have found us here.

Then there’s Teddy Bear. Again, just maybe I really did get her fired. And just maybe she really was biding her time, and when the time was right to retaliate, she tracked me here to Oregon. Why not? She’s a pig, after all, so she could easily pay the PO a buck to get our mailing address, then follow us home or put a tracking device on the truck, though the tracker seems way unlikely. It’s just that I’ve been surprised by a lot of things in the last 12 years, so I’m not as quick to write things off as being impossible like I used to. Nobody did 6 months county time for something they were supposed to have written, as far as I was concerned, yet I was proven very wrong.

I know it’s a waste of time, but I still beat myself up for not simply telling the pig, “Charge me or release me.” Sure he’d have locked me up that day out of spite if I had kept quiet, but maybe then it would’ve only been for that day and not for 6 months.

Anyway, Tom went out to investigate the tracks and get them fresh in his mind so he’ll notice any changes if there are any. This was when he concluded it had nothing to do with us; because the pig appeared to loop around from B Lane. He thinks they were just following up on a report of kids on ATVs or hunters or a stolen vehicle that someone may’ve abandoned here. Well, I don’t care what it is as long as no one fucks with us. I swear, if we get screwed here, I’ll seriously believe without a doubt that no place on earth is safe from other people’s shit! If you’re not safe on a mountain in the wilderness, then where are you safe? Where?

I’m even taking my floppy disk out with me tomorrow that I backed my recent stuff up on.

I hope I sleep well tonight as I look forward to going out tomorrow!

I’m amazed at how many mice I see scurrying about at dusk. Catching one for a pet would certainly be no problem at all.