Saturday, December 11, 2004

We went to Jan’s who finally got her incense from Bob and Jeff. Apparently, they lost her order, so they had to send another one. She was pissed, and I don’t blame her. I wonder if she’ll order from them again. Anyway, she had 8 scents I like, but they left out one of them - Jasmine. They better not fuck up my order next month! I ended up getting Angel, my favorite, plus Patchouli, Bump & Grind, Hibiscus, Sweet Musk, Booty Call and Puddy Cat.

On the way back to the car I met Lisa, his coworker, as she was driving by. This is the big, mean, high-strung one who went to jail for stabbing her husband. He gave her a few pieces of raw turquoise since we just can’t seem to sell it.

They’re having a potluck and gift exchange thing on Friday. Fortunately, he doesn’t have to participate which is good. We’re too broke. Besides, he goes there to work, not to party and socialize.

Since the snow’s melted, they’ve been going back and forth more often next door to the bedroom here. It still seems like such a waste of money to pay nearly a grand for the two places when they can just get a 2- or 3-bedroom house. Who’d have ever thought I’d hear more from them than from next door, though? The daughter’s definitely nocturnal. Her curtains are drawn during the daytime and wide open at night with the TV going, and it’s usually early in the morning and then in the evening when I hear the doors.

Our electric bill came, and sure enough, it was expensive at $170. Not the $450 we’d have during the summers in Arizona, but still, it’s $50 higher than Tom thought it’d be and more than we can afford right now, even though it was for 38 days.

I just hope we really make it out of here in May! The people next door could decide to camp right outside my bedroom window during the summer when it’s nice enough to do so, and I don’t want to be here to find out for sure if they really are going to do that, any more than I want to find out what Beverly will be replaced with once she decides to move!

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