We’re now about 20 minutes from the pizza place. I thought I’d take this notebook with me. We were both pleasantly surprised to find my incense magically appeared yesterday. Her story was that she had the wrong box number in mind when he first asked about it. Yeah, I’ll bet she had the wrong planet in mind, too! Anyway, she said she tried to call, but she only had the old phone number. By then he was back at the land anyway. The next question is, will PG send me the dolls I’ll be ordering around 10/1 and will the mail people let me know about it if they do?

I called and let Jeff know I got it and asked if he had much trouble getting packages. Very rarely, he said, making me believe even more that it is a package curse on us.

Anyway, the order is perfect, though the Angel still smells different. It’s like they added some other scent to it. This means that they didn’t screw up the last order after all. I noticed they added this smell to the Patchouli, too. Maybe he really did get a new supplier. Different people have different versions of the same things.

Later…

We’re at the pizza place now. We might’ve gotten here sooner if we hadn’t gotten held up by a piece of old farm equipment.

To finish with yesterday – the land deed arrived, too. It was weird seeing my name on a piece of paper that says I own land! Another thing I was glad to learn is that if anyone tries to dispute ownership of this land, it’s Michael’s responsibility to fight it and prove otherwise and not ours. This was great to hear as so many things are our responsibility as it is that shouldn’t be. Being forced to play mail carriers and get our own packages delivered to us when that’s the job of the post office is enough!

Some flirty cock left a message in my Webshots guest book telling me he loved my pool handstand pictures, to write back, etc. The spelling was so bad that I’d be ashamed of myself along with embarrassed! Naturally, I ignored the cock.

Tom said sleeping in the truck like he did last night was no problem, but he burned himself when reaching to turn the portable heater off. He says there should be no problem with me getting in the shed next weekend (which I have to see to believe), but will sleep in the truck every Friday night I’m still in the RV.

Later…

Fucking college kids live better than us, I swear! The door to the refrigerator just fell off. Anyway, I’m just going to relax for the rest of the night and hope this shitbox doesn’t fall apart anymore on us.

Poor Tom. He went to sleep a little over an hour ago, then woke up 10 minutes ago and ran outside and puked. I can’t blame it on him since he didn’t overeat. He’s pretty sure it was the pepperoni on his pizza. He said he thought it had tasted a bit off. If this had to happen, at least it happened when the moon was full enough to light his way to a bush, and on a non-work night.

Meanwhile, I can’t listen to music, I don’t feel like reading or working on my story, I’m out of things to write about, so I guess I’ll just be bored all night. At least I have my wonderful smells to enjoy. Ah, that Morning Mist! It’s as lovely as always.

Actually, I could write about my PG plans, though if I were smart I wouldn’t trust them or the mail people. But I do stupid things, which means I’ll order the dolls I want and I’ll do the work of getting them to me. I shouldn’t have to pay shipping fees if I’m going to have to be the one to get the damn things to me!

Anyway, I plan to save up $116. That’ll be $30 for Asian Koko in lavender, $30 for Hispanic Valentina in violet, $40 for redheaded Erin in ivory, and the rest is shipping costs. All the dolls are 16” vinyl fashion dolls.

In January, assuming I got a $100 allowance in December, plus $100 in Christmas money and $39 in b-day money, plus grocery savings, I’ll get stuff from Ashton. There’s this $35 Indian figurine, plus the Indian ornament trio for $35, an all-porcelain toddler doll in a swimsuit for $87, and an all-porcelain ballerina for $100. These prices include shipping and will come to about $260.

When it comes time to order from PG in about 5 weeks from now, I’m going to order online. That way there’ll be no misunderstandings over the phone, like how Maricopa became Miranda. Maybe by now they’ve had enough complaints to have gotten their shit together, but we’ll see. I’m just so cursed when it comes to packages no matter what.

Now I’ve got Magnolia burning – awesome!

Later…

Tom’s gone to bed early in preparation for the long day he’ll have tomorrow. They have a special order at work they want to get done fast, so tomorrow and Tuesday will be 10-hour shifts with just half a day on Friday. On top of tomorrow’s long shift, he has to do the laundry, plus spend over an hour on the road.

They say it’s to be 89º tomorrow and I certainly hope they’re wrong like they usually are. I hope it’s like today was – warm, but not hot.

I’m burning Hazelnut now. I love its rich, nutty smell.

Jeff said he didn’t get the Webshots links, he must’ve missed it, would like to see my part of the world, could I re-send them? I re-sent a more complete link, along with Webshot’s address and my username.

I wonder if Bob and Jeff are a couple? They both sound the same with their Southern accents, and scented things are usually a woman’s thing.

Anyway, since we’re going to go at a more leisurely pace with the house, I decided I don’t want to wait 5 or more years for a mannequin, so sometime in February or March, I’ll begin saving up for one. I’d like to have $400 when we go to San Francisco, though I may be able to get a decent one for $250-$350. So, sometime in June or July, I hope we have the cabin done and get the mannequin around that time, too. If I get a standing one, it shouldn’t take up much room. Especially with them being as skinny as a rail.

Tom fixed the laptop, so I guess I’ll use it to listen to music till it breaks again.

We went to a little diner in Bonanza and got cheeseburgers. It was good.

I’ve been trying to put spells on scratch tickets like I did in Arizona, but so far I’m only having a little success. I haven’t been nearly as psychic here as I was in Maricopa and I wonder if I ever will be.

It’s been days since I worked on my story, so I think I’ll go make some soup, then work on that.