Haven’t heard from Bev since Sunday’s banging spree. I figured she’d return to being quiet for a while. I just can’t wait to get back into a house! That should be in about 130 days if things could go our way for once. But are we staying in Klamath Falls? Heading west but staying in Oregon? Going to California?

On Monday, Tom said he saw a guy around 30 rummaging through Bev’s garage, which is chock full of shit, as he guessed it was, but there was no other vehicle around. He said it looked like they were pulling out baby stuff and that that would explain the banging; because they were going through the house gathering up the stuff.

But for 7 hours? 7 hours to search for baby stuff? And they had to slam shit around to do it? What, was she storing baby stuff under her furniture? And why were the clothes she had on the line toddler-size or even older and not baby clothes?

I take it that was her son that he saw, but why would he be here without a car? Is he staying here?

She was hanging out clothes today too, but from what I could see, they were her usual dark, drab clothes.

I miss the days of having our neighbors be a mystery to us, or close enough to it. I may’ve known things like when the renters got their horse and when they got rid of it. And I may’ve known when they’d start up that loud truck they had. However, I’d never know things like if they’d clean and turn their place upside down by slamming shit around! Bev may be a lot easier to deal with than a pack of hateful, vengeful freeloaders, but she’s still more than I’d like to have as a part of my life. It’s still stressful for me to live this close to others. I’m either stressed out because they’re noisy and when they’re not, I’m stressing that they’re going to be any minute. If there’s one thing I despise, it’s having my peace stolen!

The picture site that published my 3 rat pictures has a daily puzzle contest where you get 2 chances to win $50. They have a random time stamp, and whoever submits their entry closest to the time stamp wins! I know the odds are as astronomical as Lucky Surf’s lottery, but it’s fun anyway.

Later…

I slept horribly today. I fell asleep right after he left for work and woke up so many times between 10:30 and 1:30 that I ended up not getting up till 6:00. The question is, was I dreaming? Was it street noise that woke me up? Or any of the neighbors? If Bev’s got a kid staying with her, it would be going in and out, but then why haven’t we heard or seen it? Tom said it’s been dead quiet and I have to agree that we’d at least feel the vibration of it running around over there if there was one. I did hear a kid on the other side and wondered if that was what I heard out and about today, and he said that while they may have a kid visiting, it’s too cold for them to be out. It’s been clear, so the temperature’s dropped.

Well, I know Bev has come and gone without waking me up because there have been times I’ve awoken to see clothes on the line, so I don’t know what it was. Just the sleep curse making me think something woke me up? The gate flapping in the wind (if there was any)? I guess I’ll start using earplugs during the daytime and scramble to get back on days as fast as I can, but you know, if there’s something up there that doesn’t want me sleeping during the daytime and that’s why this is happening, then why doesn’t it give me a hand with holding a damn schedule?!