Tom called a junkyard about taking the RV. They’d take it, but not for money. Same with the shed. They’d take it for scrap metal, but not for money. See, something up there wants us to give, give, give, and at our expense! I swear it put us here to be a financial gain to others. If they gain a little, ok, but can’t we get something here? We’ve given enough away for nothing!

I never heard anything, but Tom said he heard next door talking as if they had company when he was in the bathroom. Well, if it was really visitors and not just a case of them exchanging words as they were going back and forth from each other’s places, they really are going to live out there 24/7 come summer. I’m hoping that mom won’t put up with a lot of music, chatter and whatever else, but maybe she does work, and maybe that’s when her giant of a daughter will entertain guests, as well as herself with not only open blinds but open windows when listening to music. I totally get the feeling that this is someone striving to be noticed. I think that because of how big she is, she’s no doubt feeling a lack of acknowledgment and all that.

Here’s the strange thing to happen to us yesterday. Michael left Tom a message saying we could use the money we’ve paid him so far for credit towards another piece of land if we want to, obviously having yet to receive Tom’s letter. Then he called back again and left another message, but thanks to the queen, it’ll be a while before he can afford more minutes. He’s only got one left, not enough time to retrieve the message. Then again, it doesn’t matter what Michael has to say. We’re done with each other. All that’s left to do is donate the damn RV to some non-profit organization or abandon it somewhere, and be out thousands just like we ended up being in Maricopa when we were forced to spend 3 months in suites and hotels while the dumb cocks took their sweet time setting things up.