Sure enough, I hear her washer swishing away next door. Is this going to become a daily ritual? I would be sort of surprised if she hung clothes out today. It’s awfully cloudy out there.

Also sure enough, next door is hopping back and forth, and even stood outside to have a quick convo yesterday evening, as well as this morning. It’s getting old. These people are getting way outdoorsy on me which tells me that true to vibed, they will live out there all day when the weather warms up for sure. Today’s supposed to be 53º and mostly cloudy. Tomorrow’s supposed to be a degree cooler with rain and snow (I doubt it’ll snow).

For now, if we could just get into a house that doesn’t have dogs and screaming kids in the neighboring yard, and if he could get a better-paying job, that would be great. However, I don’t sense $10 or more dollars an hour for 3 years. This leaves a very big question – if California truly is meant to be, then how do we get there? We may be trapped here indefinitely. Then again, I only sense a year and a half, and Tom had some new ideas. Gas is outrageous right now thanks to those fucking Arabs who just have to fuck with us in every way they can every chance they get. This truck isn’t great on gas mileage, so he was thinking of selling it for an old used car. There was a Nissan Centra they were giving away for free the other day in the paper. All it needed was a new transmission which he says you can get at a junkyard for under $200. So if we get a car that not only saves on gas, but that has a hitch, we could get a trailer for much cheaper to make the move in. Then the question will be where to put the stuff and where to stay once we get there. More than likely, we’ll be stuck playing storage and motels again, a game God seems to like us to play.

Not that there’s money to be in a position to make the choice right now, but a part of me still thinks I shouldn’t get any more dolls. Incense is one thing because it’s something you use up and you don’t keep. It’s just that I saw how easy it is to come so close to losing everything like we nearly did, so I’m hesitant to get any more dolls. What’s to say we won’t end up in that situation again, and what’s to say we won’t lose everything the next time around? When we finally get down there, we’ll probably have to play the storage/motel game, like I said, which means anything could go wrong during that time to cause us to lose our stuff and end up on the streets. One is always more vulnerable until they get established.

Later…

Bev is hanging clothes out after all. It appears to be the same stuff she did yesterday. It must be her new daily ritual. Oh well. What’s a bored 51-year-old living next to an ex-con to do with her time? At least she’s a fairly silent presence. I’ve been up just over 2 hours and already next door has hopped across 7 times. Oh well again. I know other people’s noise is as much a part of our fate as a lack of money. I’m sure there’ll be barking dogs next to us in the house, but I think it’d be a worthy trade-off. Especially since it doesn’t seem customary to have your dogs live in the yards here. All but the blue house across the street has dogs and they all spend the bulk of the time indoors. If this place were in Arizona, then I’d want to stay here. But here, how often can little Susie and Johnny be out playing with Spot and Fido?