Well, I’ll be damned. Miss Beverly is actually not home at the moment! Of course, there’s always the possibility that she pulled her car into her garage, but I haven’t seen her do this yet, so I’d say she’s out and about somewhere.

Anyway, I can’t swear to it, but I think some quick, abrupt sound woke me at 8:30 this morning. If it wasn’t a dream, I have no idea what it could’ve been. Beverly? Blondie? The gate flapping in the wind even though there’s no wind today? Next door’s door? I’m trying to stay on days for as long as I can to be less vulnerable to the sleep curse, but 8:30 in the morning isn’t exactly late. Guess I better try to get up even earlier, nonetheless.

I have mixed emotions about when the weather warms up. I want it to warm up so I can be more comfortable and wear summer clothes, which I prefer over winter clothes. I want to be able to open windows and let the fresh air in. But will the warmer weather bring trouble?

This place is too dark. Nice, but definitely lacking sunlight. I only like it dark for sleeping. When I’m awake I like bright light. It’s easier to see in, of course, and it saves money since I don’t need to turn on the lights. The place gets a lot of shade between the trees, extended patio roof, etc. It would be ideal for Arizona.

Arizona.

I wonder if we’ll ever live there again. Normally I’d be quick to say “no,” but past experience has taught me not to say that. If someone had asked me before June of ’92 if I’d ever get to live in Arizona, I’d have said “no,” and if someone had asked me after that if I’d ever leave Arizona, I’d have said “no,” so I think I’ll stick with saying “probably not.”

I totally regret dumping my headphones in Arizona. I thought one side went bad, but it’s definitely something within the computer’s sound card that’s causing one side to wig out.

Later…

As expected, Beverly wasn’t out for long. She’s doing more laundry today. I’m not going out to chat with her cuz I just don’t care or want to know my neighbors. I just wanted to settle my initial curiosity was all. Meanwhile, and like I told her, I’m friendly, but not sociable.

I did hear her washer spinning, but very faintly and only when I was in the utility area. I guess these walls are somewhat thick.

I took my 36” vinyl Chris doll apart, and sure enough, she’d be a cinch to put back together with a beaded armature. The only catch is that the damn things are expensive. It’s a big factor in why those kinds of dolls are more costly as opposed to those armatured with the electrical wire crap that was in her. Anyway, someday, if there’s ever money again, I’ll get a beaded armature and put her together right, and maybe I’ll do the same with Haiku. For now, Haiku will stay assembled as she is and Chris will be an array of body parts and batting stuffed in the closet.

Later…

Ah, got a golden oldie across the street too, from what I just saw. Well, maybe not that old. She was perhaps in her 50s or 60s. She came out to get her mail with a big black dog and a little white dog in tow. I was glad to see her take them back inside with her once she was done.

Well, here’s something that’s encouraging. Tom’s been fighting a sore throat for a few days now. Last night I put a spell on him, and while it didn’t get better, it didn’t get worse. So each night before he crashes, I’ll do a spell.

Also, he got two crossword scratch tickets. I held them both in front of me and got a vibe that the one on the right would win, and it did. It only won $2, but it gives me hope that my powers will return little by little. I only know we’re not destined to win big on a scratch ticket because of the money curse we’re under. It would defeat the purpose to curse someone with money, then let them win a big ticket. It just doesn’t work that way. It wants us to suffer financially, so we’re not going to win big just yet. Our only hope might be in a casino if we can ever get to one and if I can use my abilities there.