Bev continues to be out for 2-3 hours in the early mornings. I still say it’s connected to a new grandkid since I can’t see what shopping she’d need to do for a few hours each day. I just hope that the animals capable of running won’t be here this Sunday! Tom and I made an agreement – no animals, we order a pizza. If the animals do come stampeding in, we go to the Chinese place and then to check out the rural areas on the outskirts of town, since it won’t take us 7 hours to eat.

Because Tom was low on gas (today’s payday), he didn’t go to Walmart yesterday afternoon. Instead, we’re both going to go Sunday morning, and hopefully, despite the fact that I can’t see him working there, he can fill out an application then.

I wish he could get a job that has stock options like BOA did! That’d be pretty much our only hope of getting Kaori before we’re old since I doubt the queen will leave us more than 20 grand if even that much. I want her to die right now so we can at least get a house, but I also want her to live another decade to accumulate more money, providing she doesn’t suck it all up in the end when she finally does drop dead. Guess it’ll depend on how fast she goes. A quick, sudden stroke would be wonderful! The kind Lisa’s father had (Tom’s psycho coworker who’s probably going back to jail for 90 days for possession). Of course, if the compassionless, insensitive bitch lives another 10-15 years, that’s a long time to wait for a house or the doll. The sooner we can buy a house, the sooner we can start saving equity for whenever we feel is the best time to jump into a retirement community.

If I really ever do get a doll, I’ve decided on a 5’ 4” body with a 34B chest, 24 waist, and 36 hips. She takes a size 7 shoe and her dress size is 3-5.

I finished both silent and electronic proofreading of my No Escape book, so this weekend will be when Tom reads it and gives his input.

I had another California dream, but couldn’t tell what year it was, where we were living, or what we were living in.

Later…

Bev’s going to be out any minute, no doubt. I can hear the swishing of her washer when I’m in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, evenings continue to be prime time for the other side, and they’re up all night watching TV and doing God knows what else when they aren’t going back and forth. The daughter’s living room window is directly across from our bathroom, so I can see the flickering of the TV when I go in there at night to pee without bothering to turn on the light.

I spoke with Paula. Despite the fact that I told her to write, she said she was waiting for me to call her. Guess it’s a good thing I did, though I figured she’d have left a message if she hadn’t gotten the package. I’m the one with the package curse anyway, not her.

Anyway, she said she was afraid to use the oil in the light bulb ring. I guess she thought it would catch fire, so I explained to her that it wouldn’t. She’s only burning one incense stick a day, though, and not several like I thought she would. She seems to be going through one bag at a time, starting with the newbies I tried and didn’t like, and the extra Frankincense Bob enclosed.

She mentioned sending $20 a month for CDs, but I told her $5 would be enough. She also seemed delightfully surprised to hear that my last book might’ve made publication had it been longer and more detailed and that the one I just finished may make it because I’m paying attention to those things.

I was once so sure I’d make it as a singer, so I suppose I shouldn’t go jumping the gun. I guess that if God doesn’t allow me to publish a book since it certainly won’t be because of any money I’d be losing, I guess it’d be because He’d feel it was something too special and unique in a good way for Jodi S to accomplish. On the other hand, I never wanted to be an author like I once wanted to be a singer, so I’m not sure what to think. Que sera, sera.

Guess I’ll go tackle Traces of Hope which I began before we left Arizona.

Oh, here comes the Bevster from what I can see. I don’t know if it’s just a winter thing or what, but this chick has not one bright piece of clothing whatsoever. All her clothes are dark and dull. Same goes for her underwear which I could cover our microwave with. At least she’s quiet about it, though.