Well, here we are. We’re at La Vista. The owner’s Indian as well, and seems pretty nice. I don’t get the impression the housekeepers will be pests from the way he said he doesn’t have the rooms serviced every day in order to keep the costs down. I assured him I’d go to them when I needed something.

This room is much nicer than Tina’s and the Arab’s. It’s much roomier and even has two beds, a plush chair and a tub. We’re also on the end for once, which is nice. That is, so long as the people next door don’t go making up for it by slamming doors like they did earlier when they went out. Like I said, I can’t fathom why people feel so compelled to slam doors. And why can’t they sit still when they’re in their rooms and not keep going in and out so much?

They have a heated pool here, though I doubt anyone would want to use it. It looks pretty disgusting. It’s green like our pool in Phoenix would often be.

The Mexicans didn’t party hearty like I thought they would last night, but I can’t say I’ll miss all their bumps and bangs. Also, the ones to one side of us often blasted their TV.

I can hear the housekeeper next door now, but that’s nothing compared to when Tina’s husband and his dad would go crashing into the rooms next to ours to clean. Every day they’d wake me up, though I appreciated the favor at the same time because it helped keep me on somewhat of a schedule. Getting up at 10:00 this morning was hard after not crashing till 4:00. My body’s crying out to go off schedule. It wants to push forward so bad! I’m hoping I’ll be able to let my schedule be whatever it wants to be in an apartment, but that’ll all depend on how often they wake me up. Like I said, I’ll always be sleep-cursed, always.

I’m enjoying the modern conveniences of city life. I don’t miss the long drive up to the mountain. Neither does Tom. I realize it’s easier said than done to say we’ll escape the city the first chance we get. Why bother when we’d only end up right back in it again in a matter of time? If we can find a tolerable place here, why not stay here?

I look forward to going to the Chinese place tomorrow, though it wouldn’t surprise me if God made sure whatever-her-name-is was either not there or not able to wait on us because she’s a woman. Women weren’t anymore meant to be than rural living, and when they are, they’re never for long!

Later…

The nap I tried to fight off won me over after all. Tom went to take a nap in his bed, so the rat and I climbed into the other bed after he climbed up my pant leg for attention. With Blondie under the covers at my feet, I drifted off. It was light out when I fell asleep and dark when I woke up, telling me I must’ve been out for 2-3 hours. The fact that I slept with only the AC/heater on ‘fan only’ should tell you how quiet it is here. Those obnoxious door-slammers were actually late check-outs. Whoever’s over there now has been quiet so far. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings if they signed up for a week, but I know they’ll be gone tomorrow. I wonder how often there’ll be someone over there.

When Tom got up close to 8:30, we went to Mollie’s for dinner. I got a huge shrimp salad and he got his usual hotdog and fries.

I’m going to be up all damn night for sure. If I can sleep from 6 AM-2 PM, though, I should still be on for the Chinese place. How I hope she’s there and that she waits on us! I can’t get her off my mind. There’s just something about her. Why oh why are they always famous, taken, or available only after I’m taken? I’m not saying for sure that she’s gay/bi or that she’s even single if she is, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she was. Gay/bi, I mean. Taken, I don’t know. I just get a hell of a strong feeling she’s both gay/bi and attracted to me by the way she smiled at me so much the first time around, then hugged me the last time while telling Tom how nice he was to bring me there. I don’t know why she’d be attracted to an overweight 38-year-old, but I wish Tom was more like your average guy sexually. I don’t mean in bed, cuz I just don’t care about that anymore, but I wish he was ok with the idea of me seeing women on the side just for sex. If my heart is with him, should it matter who I give my body to? But it’s like he wants me celibate or very close to it. I can’t have much sex with him, I can’t have it with women, and so who can I have it with? Already it’s been over a week since the last time we got it on. I knew this would be the case too, but that’s beside the point. My wanting to get to know this waitress better has nothing to do with him or how often we do or don’t do it. I just don’t think it’s fair of him to expect me to be celibate just because he’s got no appetite.

I also wish he wouldn’t spend so much time with the TV going. We do everything with the TV, so it seems, and I have to wait till he’s either working or sleeping so I can concentrate on reading. I put up with it, though, cuz I know he loves TV as much as I love music. Plus, we usually read together at night, and I know he’ll be without TV for a while once we finally get settled somewhere.

I just hope I can hear myself think wherever we end up and that the neighbors don’t go waking me up like crazy or complaining about me singing. If they do – tough. I’ll be using only the headphones, or mostly the headphones, and I won’t be singing at night.