Still at the Duplex (now with Patty)…

The lady next door has already begun moving in. When I got up at 4:30, I saw her van here along with a utility truck. I don’t know how long she was here before I awoke, but I don’t think she’s got any furniture here yet or that she’s staying overnight, unless she pulled her van into the garage where I can’t see it, and is sleeping on an airbed like we are. All I saw her bring in were some clothes.

I don’t see why she’s got the handicap thing hanging from her rearview mirror. She seems to be able to walk, though I haven’t seen her walk enough to know how well she walks.

I hope she doesn’t keep the back light on all night once she does get settled. Light on one side is enough, though if she’s got her blinds open and her place lit up all night (which she doesn’t strike me as the type to do), then at least the patio blinds will filter some of it. I only have blinds in that window. If I had another wool blanket, I could put it up there, but I doubt I’ll need to.

Anyway, I only caught a quick glimpse of her and thought she was closer to 40 with her hair dyed blond, but Tom, who caught a glimpse of her when he was coming in, said her hair was all gray and she looked closer to 50. One thing we do agree on is that she’s big. Probably bigger than Bev.

We’ve only heard a few bumps and bangs so far which mostly seem to be cabinet doors. We don’t think she’ll be a problem, although it could be a couple of weeks before we know that for sure. The reason I don’t think she’ll be a problem is for one, I have no bad vibes. Secondly, we’re no longer trapped here. If we were, then she’d probably be a problem, and although this could really be a calm before the storm, I think it’s a peaceful sign of the “end times.” We’re now certain that after sticking to a weekly budget of $40 a week for groceries, we can give notice in June. So, our agreement is that if things are bad, we definitely give notice then and get out of here in July. If not, we can stick around to take our time so we can be a little pickier as to where we go, though I’m not that worried about that. I just want to get detached from others and away from next door’s doors. I don’t want a nice place because a nice place would cost more money and delay the move to California. I don’t mind taking a place in a neighborhood that’s not as nice as this one as long as people don’t force their daily happenings on me and include me in them. I hate it when people make me a part of their lifestyle! It’s not as customary here, so I’m not worried about dogs being outside 24/7, kids screaming constantly, etc. The worst we may get is someone coming and going with a loud stereo. This is a nice neighborhood that consists mostly of older people, so that’s why none of the houses around us have anyone coming and going with that. If we get in a poorer, younger neighborhood, then we’ll get that, but I’ll deal with it. So, as long as we don’t end up next to a pack of freeloaders, I don’t care where we go. I would still prefer a busy street. Tom can get a temporary license for the truck or rent a U-Haul if we need to, but he’s decided we’d be better off keeping it because California is strict when it comes to registration and all that, so we’ll sell it there.

Not surprisingly, I haven’t received anything for the contest, though we’re more convinced that those coupons had nothing to do with them. Tom checked online to see if anyone ever complained about them and was unable to find anyone. I think it’s just a case of the usual bullshit where I have to fight to get things through the mail, so I’ll email them Thursday and begin the work of getting the prize to me.

The fact that Mary’s letters have slacked off makes me think it’s either because she’s upset that she can’t use me, or upset that I’m not like her on issues like abortion, the pope, etc. Maybe it’s a case of both, but tough shit, as I always say. I can take her or leave her, so next Friday, I’ll let her know that that’ll be my last letter to her until I hear from her if I don’t between now and then. Who knows, though? Maybe it’s not a sensitivity issue or a case of her feeling I’m worthless to her and not worth writing if she can’t enclose any favors. Of course, it could also be that Martha reported receiving fewer stamps and envelopes than she should have, but again, tough! With all I’ve done and spent on her, I think I’m more than entitled to what stamps and envelopes I kept.

Later…

Although I slept 8 hours, heavily falling hale hitting the bedroom window woke me up at 3 PM, along with thunder.

I got up to find that Tom finally got his bike for $50. It’s a red men’s bike with spots of blue and silver. So Bob practically took my incense money and bought him a bike with it! How kind of him after all the waiting and screw-ups I had to deal with. So next up is the washer, getting out of here, getting my teeth taken care of, getting me a bike, and then getting the bed. I would like for the mannequin to come after that, but if I haven’t gotten one yet, what’s to say I ever will?

I got my so-called “gift certificate” from the contest, and was quite disappointed. No wonder I won and got the thing. It’s just a certificate for $50 off their overpriced and boring items that can be made up with anyone’s picture you choose. That person will then get a few bucks of royalty payments. Of the 3 rat pictures that made it, and I’m shocked to say that it doesn’t look like Bailey and Barbie made it, he likes the one of Scuttles holding a piece of carrot in his hands best. You can get pictures made up on calendars, tote bags, sweatshirts, puzzles, greeting cards and stickers. Tom thinks it’s cool because it’s free, but hey, if someone handed me a piece of dog shit, I ain’t about to be appreciative simply because it may be free.

I got a letter from Mary and was stunned to read that she should be gone in less than two months. She didn’t elaborate on any details, but according to our online research, the sick cock was going to use the insanity defense only to change his mind. It looks like now it’s a question of whether or not he’s going to spend the rest of his life in prison or on death row. I guess this means he’s going to plead guilty, in which case Mary won’t be needed to testify. What I don’t get is how a mother who allowed her child to be murdered could possibly walk, as much as I want to see her do so, after just 5 years. Another thing I don’t get is that while she was given 15 years for the Arizona case, which would mean she’s got to serve 5 of it like she has, just what is it that she was supposedly sentenced for in Florida in ’03? We read this online, though it provided no details. Maybe her being “gone” in less than two months really means gone to prison, though I doubt it. I think she’ll be out soon which would be pretty damn close to when I predicted she would be.

The only other thing Mary told me is that she’s “taking a close walk with God.” That’s her problem right there. Nothing up there loves her. You don’t have the child of someone you love killed. You just don’t do that. While it’s easy for me to say that if it works for her, great, should she really be kidding herself with the idea of a loving God? There is no loving God!

She also says she’s been focusing on court and to please understand that she may be a lousy pen pal because she’s so busy. Nonetheless, she thanked me for taking the time to write to her. I still think she isn’t writing much because she can’t send José letters to me to send to him. That’s another thing; she says she doesn’t want to talk about him because he weighs too heavily on her heart. That’s okay. She’ll just get out of there and pick up with her old ways. There’s nothing to say she’s really changed as far as that’s concerned. I think she’s going to pick up one loser after another that she’ll think she’s so in love with, and go back to spitting out kids like crazy. That’s what Mary G does. She takes up with women-beating criminals and has kids with them.

Tom says the woman next door had been moving in with the aid of a couple of guys in a pickup that seemed to be in their 30s, and was surprisingly quiet, though after I got up, we heard scattered bumps and bangs that you really can’t avoid too easily when you’re moving in/out. Even so, one of the guys she had over walks like an elephant. I hope to hell he doesn’t visit much, but judging by how old he looked, I’m sure he’s her boyfriend and that he’ll be over twice a week or more till he convinces her to marry him. At least she’s dogless, though it’s too soon to say whether or not she’ll blast music and have kids over raising hell. I’m a little worried she’ll have a lot of company, though. This is because she’s got the patio set up much like Bev had it with a grill and chairs. In fact, she’s got two grills. Tom, however, pointed out that that’s just how everyone here sets up their patios, and well, Bev never did any barbecuing after we moved in and next door probably hasn’t barbecued more than half a dozen times. I just feel like I have no privacy when people are outside around here what with my room being right smack in the middle of the lot.

From the sound of it, she probably has a washer, and whether or not she has a dryer too, I’m sure she’ll hang clothes out back every few days. I had a few fleeting moments where I wished Bev hadn’t moved simply because I knew her and her habits. Well, I’m not stressing with bad vibes over this one. Especially since I know we’re not trapped here, but this is bullshit. It’s total fucking bullshit. I was supposed to have left this turnover stress behind in late ’99.

Anyway, Big Mama (she sure looks like she’s had kids) and the elephant were out chatting on the patio for a few minutes. I was worried she was going to leave the light on all night. It wouldn’t have been the end of the world if she had, but I prefer it off. The elephant left around 10 PM, then she shut the light off and left about 15 minutes later and made me think she wasn’t coming back tonight. But she did return not long afterward, and when I looked out my bedroom window across to hers, I saw that her light was out by 11:30. So one of my two vibes seems correct so far. I sensed she would be the early-to-bed, early-to-rise type, but 11:30 isn’t that early. However, I was right in sensing she’d park in the driveway and not the garage. That van just may be too big to even make it in there. On the other hand, a lot of people don’t bother to park in their garages when it’s not too cold or too hot.

I just hope she doesn’t have a lot of company, blast music, and live out back, though if all goes well we should have just 60 days left here! Then all we’ll have to do is hope we can find a house without someone else’s driveway right outside the bedroom to make up for next door’s door-slamming. We may be more likely to get screaming kids and barking dogs, but at least they won’t be attached to us and I can blast my music all I want.

We know better now, so when we move to California, we’re going to rent a motel by the month and not by the day or week (this is the part I’m not looking forward to) until we can get into what will hopefully be a house and hopefully after not too many months in the motel!

Oh, to have single neighbors who work second or third shift, who sleep all day, who have no kids or dogs, who rarely have company, go outside or blast music!

Oh, Marilyn, please get one of my letters! And please write back! This would be pretty awesome if she did. Her, Mary, Rosa and Misha were definitely the best of the cellies.

An article I read says black chicks have a higher likelihood of heart problems if they’ve been discriminated against, or think they have been anyway.

I heard them go back and forth at 3 AM last night. I still can’t figure out when they sleep. I hear them in the morning, I hear them in the afternoon, I hear them in the evening, I hear them in the middle of the night. There’s got to be more than just the mother and daughter there.

I checked out reading glasses when I was last at K-Mart. They do a good job of magnifying small print, but they don’t push things back away from me. That’d take a prescription, and my eyes still aren’t bad enough for that yet, not that we could afford to be dealing with that right now anyway. Whether or not we move anytime soon, and I doubt we will, our top priority is getting my teeth taken care of. Then we can move on to saving for the bed.

Tom saw an ad in The Nickel saying that the liquidators we once went to have to be out of the building by the 1st, so everything must go. This Saturday he’s going to check them out and see if they have any bikes or washers, but as I told him, we rarely get any breaks in life, so don’t get your hopes up too high. As it is I’m wondering if I’ll ever get anything for the puzzle contest. If that’s the case, you bet I’m not going to do any online contests! Not if they won’t give me whatever it is I win.

Today we got the most rain on any day since coming to this state. It rained almost as hard as it does in Arizona, something we wondered if it would ever do.

We got over $50 in savings in K-Mart coupons in the mail today addressed to me. At first we thought it was my so-called prize since they said they’d send a “$50 gift certificate.” Well, I hope this wasn’t from them. There are some coupons we could use, but most are worthless to us. It came from California and the picture people are in MD, so hopefully I’ll still get something we could use. Either way, it’s been agreed that not this Friday, since it’s a rent week, but next Friday, I’m going to try a few of those SOS oils once and for all.

I lost another two pounds, but the first few always peel right off. I won’t lose any more for a week or two at this point, and the hunger and the struggle will be immense!

Fortunately, I haven’t been down in days. I’ve been back to my usual self; content with our lives as it is except for our income and where we live. I slept till 2 PM today, and it’s days like this that not only make me glad I don’t have a kid but that I don’t have a job as well.

I hope Marilyn not only gets one of the letters I sent but that she writes back, too!

Now that the sun’s creeping around to where the bedroom is, it should kick the heat off for the next 10 hours or so, though the sun keeps hiding behind clouds.

I had a dream that I was in an art class. We were oil painting. The teacher told us to paint ourselves as we see ourselves. I painted myself on a leash that was held by someone in a group of featureless people. Above was a face, which I assume was God’s, smiling down at the scene with approval.

This is how I feel a lot of the time, so I just may paint this scene for real if I were in an art class.

Charter will be out sometime after he gets off work to hopefully find out why we can’t get online and to credit us for the time lost.

I decided to pull the foil out of the bedroom window since the folded wolf blanket does such a good job of keeping light out. If it keeps the daylight out, it’ll certainly keep their floodlights out. The thing is, though, we’ve been having so many cloudy days that it won’t warm up this room enough to kick the heat off for long. Normally the clouds are nice after having 12 years of constant sunshine, but I kind of wish it would clear up in the afternoons to let the room warm up on its own, but that won’t happen until it gets warmer out there. From June to August it’ll rarely rain and by then it’s warm.

The walk to BK was cool in just a T-shirt, but nice.

Bev’s taken everything from the back patio but the privacy blinds, so I pulled them over the railing. They hang from a beam that’s right smack in the middle of the two patios, centered about the dividing rail. By pulling ends over the rail to our side, they look more like they’re ours. The old lady never went to check out the back as far as I know anyway. It’s now been since Saturday that Bev was last here, and unless we run into each other in this tiny town, I don’t expect to ever see her again. Like always, since we’re going to have to live next to a home-all-the-time person, I just hope this next lady’s older and not a child in a woman’s body like Bev was!

Later…

The problem appears to have been the modem, which was Tom’s first guess, so they gave us a new one at no cost to us. It’s nice to have a problem for once that doesn’t cost anything! So we’re back online and doing the usual, though I decided once again not to bother with Memolink.

No letter from Mary. Little Miss Sensitive is probably upset that I’m still pro-choice and anti-pope, but she’ll get over it.

I did get a letter from Bob, though. They finally moved him to Shirley where their medical prison is. Since the cheap bastards won’t give him a lung transplant, they’ve got him on oxygen all the time instead. I get the feeling this is the beginning of the end. That’s what Tom thinks too, reminding me that it’s just like with his father before he died.

There have been a couple of good things to happen for a change! We did get the money order back, though they took $12 for recovering it. Still, $65 of incense for just $12, that’s a great deal even if I did have to wait forever for it, but that’s probably why. You know we never get any breaks in life for nothing. I still don’t think it’ll help spring us out of here this summer, but that’s ok. I’m used to being where I don’t want to be. This isn’t Brattleboro, Valleyhead, Phoenix or Estrella, so I’ll survive. I don’t exactly have bad vibes pertaining to what’s moving in next to us, but still, I don’t like the idea of having to get used to a new “housemate,” so to speak, but hey, if we get any shit, we’ll just dish it right back.

The other good news is that I may’ve found Marilyn! I found this new search engine that’s pretty good. It gives people’s middle initials as well as their birth dates. Some don’t have dates, but most do. Well, I found 3 Marilyn Ms all with a birth date of 1956, which fits. She was 44 when I was 39. There were addresses for her in Phoenix, Scottsdale and Tempe, so I’ll send letters to all 3 addresses. I started off by letting her know who I was and that I was her last celly at Estrella before she was released in February of ’01. I explained how I found her and that we moved to Oregon. I gave her my address and email but explained that I didn’t have my cell phone activated right now. I told her I’d love to hear from her and have missed her a lot! She was so cool. She made me laugh so hard at one of my worst times in life. I told her this too, and how I loved how she used to laugh at just about everything I’d say, and swapping jokes with her. I let her know I’ve got tons of new ones for her if we end up pen pals. I didn’t bother to get into what’s been going on with me until and if I hear back from her, and I hope I do!

Mary would be so furious to know that I’m mailing the letters to her in her envelopes. Not only because I kept some of the envelopes I was supposed to send to her friend Martha, but because she didn’t like Marilyn in the end. I guess Marilyn called her crazy and she took it personally. I got to know Marilyn enough, though, to know she was only joking, but that’s just Mary for you. Very sensitive. I enclosed one of my fancy envelopes in each letter for her to use if she gets at least one of my letters and wants to write back. I don’t know if she’d want to, despite how well we got along, or even if she can read and write to begin with. She was funny and easygoing, but not overly bright. She wasn’t on disability for being able to grow a beard as well as most men can, so we’ll just wait and see what happens.

As usual, we’re having computer problems. This time Charter’s the problem because we can’t get online. They’re coming out tomorrow afternoon to do God knows what.

We walked to BK today and did the first chapter of my book together, so chapter one is officially ready for submission once we do the other 29. What a stupid idiot I was to even think that horrible horror book I wrote in 2000 could be even remotely publishable. I read that I thought that when I was looking something else up. How naïve of me to think that! I don’t even think this book will make it, despite the fact that it is a good story and it is well-written. There may be no money involved, which I’m not meant to have anyway, but God does have a no-success-for-Jodi rule on me, so to speak. I don’t know why, but I guess He must have a reason. On the other hand, I don’t have a serious desire to become a writer. It’s something I could take or leave, so knowing that, perhaps the book will make it just like the pictures did because I never “dreamt” of being a photographer. At least Barb will tell me why she rejects it if she does, and I’m not going to struggle for something that’s not meant to be. I learned years ago that that’ll only depress me and maybe get me in trouble, so if it doesn’t make it, I’ll just keep on writing for fun. If I’m meant to be a broke homemaker, then I gotta stay a broke homemaker. Period. I so totally believe - no, I know - that if I were to try to fight fate, I’d be in for it. Writing isn’t worth the fight to me anyway. I can do for fun what maybe would’ve made me a few bucks a year otherwise. And if I continue to write for fun, I don’t have to try to be so damn perfect.

Mondays are our typical laundry day, but by next Monday, the truck’s license will be expired. Tom said, however, we can drive short distances, say to pick up a washer at the Salvation Army, versus Goodwill, which is further away. At first I didn’t like this idea, figuring that if we get made to pay for things we don’t do wrong, how would we get away with something we did do wrong? But I think it’ll be alright. Despite the high pig activity around here, I doubt we’d get caught in front of one long enough for them to really notice the expiration date. That’s not a high priority for them as opposed to other traffic violations.

I look forward to not only having a washer but having bikes as well. While having to resort to walking and bikes may be a major setback, especially at our ages, we at least both agree the exercise would be good for us. He’s especially looking forward to it because he can’t stick to indoor activity like I can. I never miss more than two days in a row each week, if even that. It doesn’t make me skinny, but it keeps me fit, strong, agile and more flexible. It also helps keep me from gaining weight, though I have hit 130 pounds because I’ve been overeating lately. This is why I’m going to start a diet tomorrow, and hopefully – hopefully – get down to 120 pounds. I don’t know if I can do it because at this age 120 pounds is worlds away from 130 pounds. I mean, I know I could, but can I stand the hunger long enough to actually get down there? We’ll see. Anyway, he has to get a bike first, then I’ll get a bike whenever. It’ll be too cold most of the year to really enjoy riding anyway.

I know we’re not moving in July. Again, God wants us here as much as He wants us broke. I don’t know why it’s so important that we live so close to others, but I’m not about to fight it and ask for more trouble. I’m just going to stay put till we leave this damn state, and instead of dealing with any problem neighbors we may have while we’re here, maybe I’ll have them deal with me for a change. I’m sick of moving around anyway, and why should I be the one to move just because most people can’t shut up?

Meanwhile, we’re still going to save up enough money to do my teeth with. Then I guess the next thing to save for would be a bed, and then a propane heater for the bedroom to save a good $40 or so a month. Electric heat is a killer!

Last night I was thinking about how Meagan’s achieved a long-time woman, a child, a great job, and a house, all at barely 20 years of age. I was like, hey, what’s wrong with this picture? This chick’s still practically a kid and she’s got all this, yet we’re nearly 40 and 48 and we’re sleeping on what’s pretty much nothing more than fancy pool rafts, for God’s sake, and our only pieces of furniture are two lawn chairs and a few beat-up weather-worn tables. I know I should be grateful that we’ve at least got our health and each other, but well, some people really seem to get it all and we’re just not one of them. It’s like God’s playing favorites or something and this really bothers me.

I don’t know how she’s going to do all this with a child, but she’s going after her master’s while she’s teaching. So anyway, I was depressed last night and couldn’t figure out why, but I knew it was connected to the news of Meagan. I said to myself, “But you love Tom and you have no regrets about marrying him. And you know leaving him wouldn’t be worth an occasional piece of ass because you know you were never meant to be with a decent woman in the first place. If you couldn’t get a decent woman in your 20s, how would you at nearly 40 years of age? Besides, even if you could, you know the thought of leaving Tom would kill you. You love him too much to leave him for any woman, no matter how gorgeous she may be, so why are you depressed?”

And then I said to myself, “You know you don’t want a child. After the initial excitement of seeing it and holding it for the first time, you know the high would quickly wear off once the reality set in of just what an overwhelming responsibility and expense you would be faced with. You don’t want the smelly diapers, the not being able to have 5 minutes to yourself, the noise, the chaos, and to be tied down in such a way, so why are you depressed?”

Lastly, I said to myself, “You know you’ll own a house again one day. That much is in your cards. The great job, no, but the house, yes. It may be way in the future, but it’s there, so why are you depressed?”

So I thought about it and I thought about it and couldn’t figure out the reason for the longest time, and then it finally hit me. Wanting or not wanting these things isn’t the issue; it’s that I was never given a choice in the first place. No, I don’t want to leave Tom, and yes, I’m ever so glad we met, but God said, “No, you will not have the woman of your dreams.” I’ve often wondered if he made me a man’s woman so I could have medical insurance back when I always had something wrong with me, and to tease me back when I did want a kid very badly like I did the first 3-4 years of our marriage. I may not have wanted a kid for many years now, but again, it both hurts and angers me that back when I did God said, “No, you will not have a child.” He may’ve done the right thing since I would’ve lived to regret it if I had, but the point’s the same. He stripped me of my right to choose, and it’s things like this that make me resent God. And these are far from the only things I had no say in. I feel that more so than most, I’ve been a puppet on a string, destined to go only where fate and others say I can go. Why can’t I be in the driver’s seat of my own damn life for a change, other than when it comes to what outfit I’ll wear tomorrow or what songs I listen to? Being able to choose my cinnamon lipstick over my pink lipstick is great, but how about being able to choose to have a child if I suddenly wanted one again, without the stubborn husband in the way, even if I wouldn’t enjoy motherhood and if we’d struggle even worse? How about being able to be an author if I chose to? How about being able to keep a schedule? How about being able to have normal sex with my husband if I wanted to, or get the pink sculpted carpet and the trash compactor we got fucked out of having back when we moved to Maricopa? Huh? How come? How the fuck come Jodi can’t have what Jodi wants? How come if I want something, somebody or some circumstances out of my control have to overpower me and see to it that I fail to succeed if I don’t fail to succeed on account of a stupid judgment call I’ve made or something like that? I just don’t get it. Did I keep someone from the things they wanted in a previous life or something? How can a good God allow me to have experienced the hardships I’ve experienced throughout my life? Or not step in and help me if it wasn’t Him that “ordered it,” so to speak, as part of my plan? I can see a few hardships every now and then. That’d only be normal, but enough’s enough! I wonder just how many others feel the way I do. Does Meagan feel as blessed as I feel singled out and picked on? Or does she ever feel like she settled with her girlfriend and that she’s unable to break away? Will she come to regret having a child? Will she end up so cruelly fired and lose her house and all she built up over the years? Will she be kicked down over and over again and have to start over a zillion times? Is God or some person waiting to tear down whatever she achieves?

I feel so unique in my life between both my childhood and my adult life, though I know I shouldn’t. Logically speaking, I know many others have abusive childhoods and similar problems as an adult, though I still feel so alone anyway. Especially with his not cumming (even if I’d prefer him not to so long as he doesn’t mind) and the schedule problem. I think more people have a deformed ear like I do than this shit! I try to remind myself that I’ve got many good things on top of the bad. Most people can’t teach themselves foreign languages, even if my signing and Spanish aren’t perfect, and they can’t sing like I do, even if I’m just a 7 on a scale of 1-10.

Sometimes I want to break down and cry because they say it makes you feel better, and sometimes it does. However, I’m afraid that by doing so I’d only be giving whatever’s up there cursing us what it wants – a good laugh at my expense. No thanks!

I miss my old pictures so much! The celebrity ones that my spells “brought to life,” whoever they became in the end when I was between 9-26. Sure I can talk to Tom when I’m down, and I do, but I don’t want to overdo it and bring him down too, and the rat couldn’t understand. The pictures not only could understand, but they didn’t “talk back” or condemn me for the way I felt. Wait till I tell Mary that the pictures coming to life thing is actually a reality! If anyone would believe me, it would be her. I can tell her anything, and if she didn’t think this was crazy, then she wouldn’t think anything I could tell her was crazy. She may be too trusting, but she’s not dumb. Maybe she already figured out that Angel Eyes had a grain of truth to it. I know it was as real as this computer and that the celebrity pictures weren’t really “celebrities” in the end after I did whatever it was I did to transform them if they weren’t already transformed on their own somehow, another reminder that God’s gifted me as well as cursed me, even if the ratio is way off.

It appears Bev’s pretty much done here because she hasn’t come around much the last couple of days. Just long enough to put the trash out yesterday, and to pull the bins in today.

I’d say Lucky Surf is just as much of a scam as Memolink was. They didn’t respond to my email about claiming the little prizes I didn’t even know I won until I thought to check the ‘my winnings’ section yesterday at their site. All it was is stuff like a few bucks off at Overstock and jewelry stores which they never emailed me to tell me about. These are what I’ve gotten for the times I hit 2-4 of the 7 numbers. I inquired about it yet still got no response, but it’s okay. I’m not a jewelry person and Overstock doesn’t have anything exciting either. Neither are the other free offers I’ve won. I don’t need a coffeemaker or a razor. And of course, these offers aren’t “free.” There’s always some catch like we’ll give you the coffeemaker and the razor if you buy something from us. Meanwhile, I’ll have to write to the picture site in Maryland, since there’s no email or phone number, as to why I never received my $50 after May 3rd.

The two plants I had in Arizona seem to like Oregon as much as I don’t. Just when I thought the palm would never grow, it shot up about a foot! It came up to my hip before and now it’s at my chest. The Walmart palm is still slowly dying off.

Today’s a nice day for a change. Almost 70º and the nicest day so far this year. The heat hasn’t come on for a while which will greatly help our electric bill. The Friday afternoon barbecue session should be gearing up any moment.

Not much more than a week to go of being able to enjoy having the whole place to ourselves. I just hope Bev wasn’t wrong about the older lady moving in! I also hope to hell nothing came up that’s going to prevent the older lady from moving in, but even if she does, she could have more company than Bev, most of them obnoxious. There’s no saying for sure what we’re going to get until it gets here, but I know not to jump the gun if things are off to a good start. This is because people often start off fairly quiet. Then, once they get settled, they tend to let go, so to speak. Well, I hope they don’t go too crazy, because I still don’t think we’ll make it out of here. As I told Tom, if we can’t get out by July, I ain’t going. Not until we can get to California. I’m not going to “fight” to get out of here, and if I’m not meant to get out anytime soon, I’m not going to bother trying. Something up there wants us broke and with people, so broke and with people is how we’ll have to stay.

Later…

Still no washer, but today’s been the cheapest day here so far. The heat hasn’t been on in hours! I even decided to raise the foil an inch in the bedroom window that faces west by mom and daughter, to let the warmth and light in. Also, the main reason that sill has been staying so wet is that it hasn’t been getting any light or warmth. So I pulled the pieces of cardboard out and tacked up a wool blanket that I folded the long way in half. I’ll roll up the ends during the daytime. It’s still going to be brighter than I’d like at night, but it’s worth the savings we’ll get by not needing to run the heat as much. According to our old digital thermometer, it got up to 76º in here. It was nice! The temp is now dropping, though, because the sun just dipped down behind next door’s roof. Had we been on level ground, though, we’d have lost the direct sunlight a half-hour earlier. I can see where this side would be warmer in the summer, but it’s a trade-off because it’s better for the winter. I should’ve invested in drapes as soon as we could when we got in here. I knew we weren’t moving in May and I don’t know that we’ll make it out of here in the next few months either. Anyway, I’m amazed I haven’t heard a peep out of next door.

Later…

Tom got an email back from Meagan. She provided him with her current address which will be good until June, in case he needs to use her for a reference, though I still say God won’t allow him a better-paying job. Meagan, however, is doing way good for someone so young. She’s still with her long-time girlfriend, they’re making a ton of money, they’re having a place built, and now she’s pregnant. We assume she had artificial insemination, of course, but you know, I have to wonder – how did two women who started off with the same goals end up leading such different lives? Not that I regret meeting Tom or being unable to have kids, but still, I have to wonder. She and I both wanted to be with other women and have a child through artificial insemination as young women. She got to be with a woman and have the child. I didn’t. Why is that, I wonder? Why was it so important to God that I be a man’s woman, even if we evolved into nothing more than friends?

And why is it so important I don’t do the things I once wanted to do or want to do right now? Meagan wanted to be a teacher. She became one. I wanted to be a singer. I didn’t become one. Again, no regrets about not doing something I know I would’ve ended up hating with all the people and traveling involved, but can’t I ever want to do something I want and end up doing it with no regrets? It doesn’t seem so!

God may let me publish a book because it wouldn’t hurt my feelings if I didn’t, though He won’t let us have money because He knows I want that. We both do, for that matter, like most people in the world. He won’t even let us have the bike and washer we want! And I know we won’t get an old dumpy SUV or minivan any time soon, even though they’re practically giveaways here. Especially since he’s going to be forced to stop driving the truck in a couple of weeks because we won’t have the hundreds of dollars to renew its license. This means we’ll be limited to walking or taking buses just like I was back east. Why oh why do I keep getting thrown back in time and in so many ways??? Can’t I ever move ahead and stay there? I’m sick of the setbacks and I’m sick of having to start over what fate and others tear down. He’s nearly 48 and I’m nearly 40, yet we’ll be reduced to buses and walking all over again! Oh well. At least it’ll be good exercise and save us a ton of money since gas prices are insane.

Meagan said the sick cock that fired Tom for not being a religious freak quit because he knew he’d ultimately be laid off. Yeah, and I’m sure God led him straight into another great-paying job.

I just don’t understand why I’m so destined to be this puppet, pushed to go in life in places I mostly don’t want to go. If I set out to do a bunch of things I didn’t want to do, I’d bet I’d succeed then for damn sure. I just don’t get it. If I want to go right, why is God so quick to say, “No, you’re going left.” With the good things I have going for me in life, I don’t know if I can say He hates me, but He sure as hell doesn’t like me! There’s no doubt about that or anything anyone can say or do to convince me otherwise, and I’m not about to kid myself and try to tell myself I’m wrong when I know in my gut that I’m not. I was never good at brainwashing myself, and again, I don’t know that I’d want to be. Wouldn’t I only be kidding myself?

Although it only made it up to 53º today and the heater wasn’t off as long as yesterday, it was still off for a few hours. I wish I’d have thought to let some western sunlight in here months ago, just like Tom wishes he’d have checked Meagan’s whereabouts before applying for jobs. Again, it makes me wonder if we were guided into not thinking about these things sooner to keep us from making/saving money. If my gut instinct feels as strongly as it does, could I really be wrong? Somehow I doubt it. Besides, it isn’t just what my gut tells me, it’s logic. I mean, it really is rather obvious. Nobody loses this much without some force being against them.

I just wish I could snap my fingers and have us be in California with Oregon totally behind us! I’d settle for that much. Then, once we’re there, we’ll assume the queen will live on forever (and she just might!) and we’ll save for an old shit single-wide on our own. That way, we won’t end up wasting our time waiting for nothing if the selfish bitch leaves him nothing, but if she does, it can go towards the remodeling.

Just one more week of “living alone,” then in comes what I hope is a nice, quiet old lady with as little company as we have, though I doubt anyone in the world has as little company as us.

Tomorrow we’re going to walk to BK, then go over my book together. Then on Monday, I’m going to start a diet. I don’t feel like going hungry for the year it would take me to get thin, so I’ll settle for dropping 10 pounds for starters. I’m sick of the tight clothes, the big heavy tits, and the “pregnant” belly that doesn’t go away no matter how much I crunch it. I’ve simply been eating too much. My exercise has been adequate, but my calories definitely need to come down. I just wish I wasn’t always so damn hungry, but our appetites do expand with age as much as our metabolisms slow down. God definitely designed our bodies so most of us over 30 could be overweight!

Hopefully, by June 1st, we’ll know if Bob ever found the money order, because if he didn’t, we’ll get most of the money back.

We got mowed and edged on Monday by an older guy. It wasn’t all that loud, so I could see how I could sleep through it so long as the fan was on.

Bev was here with Romeo yesterday, but only for a little while. I think she’s pretty much done with all the cleaning and getting rid of things, though the patio blinds and one of her wind chimes are still here.

64º and mostly sunny on Friday; next door’s certainly going to annoy me then. Sure do get a lot more rain here than in Arizona, but any place gets more rain than Arizona! I doubt I’d ever get sick of rain like I do with the cold and the snow. The weather’s erratic here like back east. You can have snow one day, sunshine the next, and rain the next. Fortunately, most of the snowfall doesn’t stick, or it at least melts off in a few hours.

Haven’t seen Bev today, but she was here for many hours yesterday. So was a couple (with the big black lab) in a dark pickup that hauled the washer and dryer away that she said belonged to her daughter.

I have an offer for Mary. One that’ll help us both out. If she can agree to keep it to just one or two letters a week that aren’t novels, I’ll type them up and send them to her aunt to send to José. And if she’ll agree to send a book of stamps each month, I’ll use my own envelopes, paper and ink. This will pay me for the postage as well as for doing the work and for the usage of my own supplies. She’ll just have to tell her aunt that if there’s ever a lag in the letters, it’s because the printer went on the fritz, but I’ll keep typing them up till it’s fixed and send whatever got delayed.

My day started off with one hell of a delightful shocker. I won $50 in one of the daily picture puzzle contests!!! Not the Lucky Surf Lotto message I’d have preferred, saying I won a million bucks, but nice nonetheless. So Memolink did “pay off” after all, because I learned of this picture site through them. Now all I have to do is hope one of my pictures wins something! I’m still waiting to see if they’re going to publish the last one I submitted with Bailey holding a Barbie. Anyway, I had to reply to their email with my current address, and they said I’d receive the money in two weeks. Let’s hope so! They also provided a space for me to add a comment. I said that I was shocked to have won, and thanked them for having such fun contests! Perhaps I’ll take $15 of it for a Barbie, or $20 to try that other incense site. I’m not sure if they’re sending a check or a gift certificate of some kind. I want cash so I can just take $20 of it and use the rest to move with, but I also wish it would be a certificate so I can use the whole thing online. I’m sure it will be a check, though. That way we’ll have to lose a percentage of it just getting it cashed. We’ll try to open an account somewhere, but I doubt we’ll be able to. Only one winner per household every 6 months is allowed, but when we move I’ll just sign up in Tom’s name.

Tom made a timer program for me yesterday because my dial timer had to go and break. It’s mine, so of course it did! The program is great for cooking and working out. It does just what I need it to do.

Sheriff Joe was in the news again. The little cock made the inmates walk – no march – to the new jail they opened up in their boxers and flip-flops. Yeah, that’s something the old bastard would do. Next thing you know he’ll make them walk around naked. I wonder if he’s cut them down to just one meal a day yet. What I wonder more is why no one’s killed the crazy loon yet.

They selected a German pope. Great. So now we can have a “world leader” who hates both Jews and gays. Just what the world needs.

I just went over and asked Bev, like Tom and I would’ve done yesterday if she’d have come by, to ask about the washer and dryer in her garage, and it’s a damn good thing I did, too. It turned out to be a rather educational visit.

First of all, the reason she moved is that she married her ex. The one that knocked her teeth out. They own a house that will be paid off in 12 years (if they’re still together by then). That’s why her daughter was in town with all 6 grandkids for those two thunderous days, in which she said she admitted we must’ve heard quite well. She says she thinks all duplexes should have garages between them. Me too! Especially out here where they seem to be just one story, unlike back east where they’re two stories. Well, three, counting the cellar.

The washer and dryer belong to her daughter who I assume is really her daughter-in-law who I also assume moved out of town, which would explain why the animals stopped coming around every month and why they stayed there for two days. She said we should’ve come around earlier because she Goodwilled a lot of things. Oh well. Once again, there are never any breaks dealt to Tom and Jodi.

She wanted to leave her drapes behind but was told to get them down or else they’d charge her to take them down themselves, so now I know not to leave the shower curtain here. I also now know to have Tom get the smoke detector and the doorbell hooked back up the instant we give notice, and I’ll have to pull the foil out of the bedroom window by mom and daughter because that’s when they’ll start showing the place. Bev said she got a letter in the mail right after she gave notice, saying they would be sending people to look at the place. That silver car and dark handicapped van were actually people checking the place out. The silver car belonged to the young chick that gave me bad vibes. Bev said she was a hippie with virtually every part of her body pierced. The good news is that it’s going to the old lady in the van, whom Bev thinks is by herself. Good, now let’s just hope she has no grandkids under 12!!!

I’ll get these dolls packed right before we give notice, too. Knowing how mothers tend to be these days (if any show up to see the place with little kids), it’s going to be our responsibility to see that it doesn’t get into things.

As for the rat; I’ll have to put him in the wire cage and put him in the closet, making sure to keep one side open so they can see into the closet. If I kept both doors shut, they may want to take a peek and open the wrong side.

It takes a lot of stress off me to know the place is going to an old lady. Hopefully, she isn’t into blasting bassy stereos! It’s probably only because we’re almost out of here. I’ll bet if we were looking at staying here indefinitely, the hippie mama would’ve gotten it.

She said it didn’t cost her much to get in here and that they were basically like, “Come on in, honey.” Whatever. She is paid up till the 1st, so that’ll leave us with two months of what will hopefully be a nice, quiet little old lady with not much company since I’m sure she’ll be home all the time. Of course, I don’t know what “old” is as far as Bev is concerned. The older the better. That way, if she has kids who have kids of their own, they’d be more likely to be older.

I still wouldn’t want to stay here, even if he got a job close by, because I still don’t like being attached to others, and having next door so close. Being next to a house may up the odds of being with dogs, but some dogs aren’t left out 24/7 here, and they wouldn’t be attached to us.

She does have carpet over there, after all (she had told me she didn’t). It’s hideously ugly. It’s not sculpted, but it’s two-toned with shades of booger green and yellow-green. Tom would hate it, too. Perhaps that throw rug came from her bedroom. You can’t see into the bedroom from the doorway, so who knows?

Apparently, there was a leak at one time along the top corner of the dividing wall.

Shit! It’s almost May and it’s snowing! There are some rain and hail mixed in, too.

Anyway, when Bev’s bass and grandkids weren’t going bump and bang, she was cool. All in all and in the end, she was a good neighbor compared to others we’ve had to live with in the past.

We talked about how much worse the winters are in the east and how we’d be snowbound and often go over the allotted snow days from school and have to make it up at the end of the year. It’s bad enough here too, and I can’t wait till the day we get to California! I know it’ll be noisier, but by distancing ourselves from areas where they’re all huddled in close, we should be ok. Especially if we can have some trees around us, or better yet, walls of hedges.

She also said that when her husband was getting the drapes down, he gouged his hand with the screwdriver so badly that they had to race him off for a tetanus shot. Meanwhile, she’s still cleaning. I take it she’s either going very slowly, or the place was seriously trashed.

Not surprisingly, they’re having days in the 90s down in Arizona. The 5-cast shows mostly 80s for Maricopa and 70s for Sacramento.

We’re going to the thrift store soon. Meanwhile, I asked Bob if blank incense sticks go bad in time because I noticed lately that they’ve been leaving a smoky smell behind. It’s almost as if someone were smoking a cigarette along with burning the incense.

I got a puzzle at the thrift store yesterday. I hope to do it before the newcomers arrive to steal my peace and concentration.

Someone came by today to pick up some old junk Bev had in her garage, but they gave up and left after she failed to show up. I guess they were volunteers at a used appliance store or something.

She and Romeo were here yesterday for most of the day. I still can’t imagine what they were doing. Perhaps painting, though I’d think that that would be the owner’s job. And is she really paid up till the 1st, or is she gone for good now? No one’s been by yet today. The blinds, bench and wind chimes are still there, but it looks like she may’ve taken the drapes down from inside. I went to check the mail yesterday and saw a vacuum sitting in the middle of her otherwise seemingly empty living room.

It’s been wonderful not having her live there over the weekend in case she had any animals over, though I just hope to hell she hasn’t gone to leave us with something much worse! Since we’re probably not going to make it out of here till July, rather than June, that leaves us with two months of having to deal with whatever comes in there next.

Next door hung out back for hours and went in and out like crazy on Friday, but yesterday’s rain put a damper on that. It’s still too early for much activity to start up over there. Tom saw one guy barbecuing on Friday, but still no knife-tossing.

After the thrift store yesterday, we went to K-Mart and I got a few cheap packs of incense, and a trial-size can of perfume, and he got a phone card but hasn’t been able to activate it yet.

Then we went to a used bookstore. They took most of my books and I picked up 5 new ones for myself.

We also went to an indoor flea market to see if they had any bikes or washers. We didn’t find anything of interest there, though we ended up chatting with a woman who had several PG dolls and had even worse experiences with them. We simply had to fight for the dolls and get our money back on the last one I tried to get that they ran out of, but at least in the end, we did get the dolls and money. This woman, though, said she lost money to them. They sent a doll minus its accessories and were told she had to send the doll back before she could get them. So she sent the doll back, but instead of sending back the doll with its accessories, they kept the doll and claimed they never got it. Does PG want to lose customers?

Our last stop was at Burger King. I can’t believe I haven’t gained any weight with all I’ve been eating! That brings us to our current plan. Giving notice on May 1st would be too risky. We may not come up with the money in time, though finding a place won’t be an issue. There are always places available. We agreed, though, that if we limit ourselves to $40 a week in groceries, which should be easy enough to do and worth the hunger, we can give our notice in June and get out of here in July. I don’t like the idea of spending 75 more days here, but we have no choice. Tom assures me that we won’t get trapped in here past July. Let’s hope not!

I got a letter from Mary yesterday saying she got my book, it looks great so far, and she’s honored to read it.

She says the officers are cool there, but she doesn’t write about them because they read her letters. I wonder why they read her letters. They must read mine too, not that I care.

She said she was sorry our computers were having problems and then wrote a prayer of protection. Gee, that’ll help us!

I don’t know why she returned the Oregon pictures I sent her, but oh well. I’ll just split them between Bob and Paula.

Later…

The Salvation Army, and a used appliance store we just drove to, are closed. I still can’t understand why any business would want to be closed on a Sunday when most people aren’t working. Before we went, I told Tom I didn’t vibe a washer this weekend, but the good news is that I vibe tomorrow being the last time he’ll have to play Laundromat at least until we’re out of this damn state.

Today was the first day that Bev didn’t show up at all. Now I’m starting to think she’ll be turning in her keys tomorrow, which could put the newcomers here before the 1st. Ugh!

Bob emailed me back saying that the blanks won’t go bad as long as they don’t get wet, but if they do, lay them out in the sun to dry. Also, he can get the original Angel, but it’d cost 4 times more, and although he hates Patchouli, it’s his number one seller.

We went out in search of a new washer. One thrift store had one for $40, but it was sold. They had a really nice little hand-painted bench there that’d be perfect for my pair of kissing dolls. Meanwhile, Tom’s going to go back tomorrow to check on other washers they’re expecting to be dropped off. He has to go out anyway to find out why the phone card he got doesn’t work by calling an 800 number from a payphone.

Bev and Romeo came by at 7:30 yesterday evening, but only long enough to put their trash out. She hasn’t shown up yet today, the day I think she’ll be turning in her keys and leaving the patio furniture, blinds and wind chimes. She’s also got drapes in the living and dining room windows.

My horoscope says: You’ve just about had it with being where you are – and even more so with doing the same thing you do every day. Is there a chance you can do something about this? Of course there is.

Is there really? Because somehow I doubt we’ll be giving notice on the 1st. The question then will be how to handle what comes in next door. Do I bother to ask them to lower their music? Do I bother to ask them to curb the banging? I’m hoping that Pam will use her best judgment when it comes to who goes over there like she did with us for Bev, but she can’t always know for sure what she’s dealing with. A seemingly nice woman could want the place, never letting on that she’s got tons of kids, boyfriends and other company coming around constantly and even living with her. I think that’s what happened before we got here. The woman probably claimed to live alone or just with a boyfriend or just with one child, not mentioning that she really had 4 kids, though some could’ve been her boyfriend’s.

Poor Tom! I feel so bad for him, as tolerant as he is, for marrying into a noise curse, as I tell him, because now he’s got to deal with it too, and I know that even he gets annoyed at times. He found Bev to be just as annoying as I did. The only difference is that he’s a heavy sleeper and I’m not.

It’s going to be in the low 60s today, so I’m sure next door will spend even more time outdoors than they did yesterday in the 50s. They’re already going back and forth, making catcalls, and I wouldn’t be surprised if later on brought on some knife-tossing.

God’s been sure to attack our computers and other stuff more often lately since we have no well to fix, no trash to burn, no hot water tanks or other things to fix. I’m having trouble booting up again. My dial-timer also had to break too, so he downloaded me a timer. It’s not as easy to use as the dial timer, but it’s better than nothing. I like to use timers when cooking/working out.

Oh, how these fucking rappers piss me off! These groups are nothing but legal fronts for gang members. Has the country really come to love “niggaz,” as they call themselves, that much to allow convicted drug dealers, pimps, rapists, thieves and murderers like them to profit from their crimes through their rapping bullshit? And are there any “niggaz” today that can sing without mentioning race, homies, hoes, gangs, drugs, etc.? They’re such second-class citizens and I don’t care what anyone says!

Bev spent two hours here yesterday doing what Tom thinks is cleaning. But now she’s back again and it’s been nearly two hours again. That’s a hell of a lot of cleaning to do if that’s what she’s doing! She’s not as bangy today, yet not giving her the bass treatment was just too much easier said than done, so I did while I did some singing. It’s just that she stressed me out so horribly on Easter! Not like they did in the NHA and PHX, but it was bad enough. Her having the animals over to shake the place apart brought it all back. Like I said, though, the more I try to escape or forget something, the more someone/something is right there to remind me about it all over again. There is no escape other than temporary ones. God probably waited till now to have the gas prices get out of hand just to keep us in the city, be it K-Falls or Sacramento. Well, I wouldn’t mind staying in the city and enjoying the convenience it brings if people weren’t so noisy. If we could just have a house where the neighbors didn’t make their business ours, then I’d be fine with staying in the city.

Anyway, just seconds after I ran into the kitchen after singing, she banged on the wall. At least it sounded like that’s what she did. I thought someone was at the door at first. The question is, was she fixing or cleaning something that caused her to bang like that? Or did she think we were suddenly in some sort of competition? Or was she telling me to shut up? It must be a hear-me-too thing because I can’t imagine her needing to go pounding on the wall like that, and that’s what it sounded like she did, and why would she care if I were noisy if she doesn’t live here anymore? In fact, today should be her last day here, if she’s paid up till the 15th like I think she is. She isn’t quite operating on a full deck, so I don’t know what to think, though I’m not stressing over it. I’m only stressing over what’s coming in next because I’m not stupid. I know we’re not going to be able to give our notice on the 1st. This means that we could very well have to live with whatever we get for a few months just like we had to live with the Mexican freeloaders for a few months before we could finally get out.

Tom was almost right in saying PHX is the fastest-growing city in the nation. Flagler County Florida is first, then a place near Chicago is second, with Maricopa County being third.

An Oregon judge nullified the licenses of 3,000 gays who married before they banned gay marriage here. I knew they would. I tell you, it will be 100% illegal nationwide sooner or later, unlike Tom who thinks it’ll be legal nationwide within 20 years. Yes, people may be more accepting and tolerant than they were, but there’s still too much hate to ever be able to kill it enough to allow them equal or greater rights like the blacks got. I still think that gay or straight, no one “needs” to get married when you can just live together. Especially since most marriages do end in divorce or friendships such as ours. Do you know how many couples I’ve met/heard of that “lost the lust” over time, even if they continued to love each other dearly? Quite a few! I guess people just don’t think of this when they marry, not that I regret marrying Tom. Still, they ought to do away with all marriages and save themselves from a lot of headaches.

The hypo left. She never came over with Romeo yesterday evening like I thought she would. If she’s left for good, she’s leaving the blinds, bench, dresser and wind chimes behind.

I wonder if Bev’s last two visitors who came in vehicles I’d never seen before may be moving in next. I never saw the driver of the handicap-equipped van, but I sure hope the chick with the silver car isn’t planning on moving in. I only caught a quick glimpse of her, but she had “mother” written all over her. As in mother of little kids who can’t sit still and who don’t know the meaning of the word “walk.” They could’ve also come to see if they wanted anything Bev didn’t want to take with her. I was over there in back yesterday. I couldn’t see inside because she still has drapes in some of the windows which are too high. On the patio, though, she’s got an old wooden bench and an old dresser. The blinds and wind chimes are still up, too. She and Romeo made a couple of trips in to get more stuff, but it appeared to be stuff from the garage.

I got a letter from Mary. Again, if she could’ve just waited for my response when she asked if I wanted her to send manila envelopes to mail her stuff in, she’d know that she didn’t need to send me two manila envelopes to send her stamps/envelopes to her friend Martha, but I appreciate her sending them nonetheless. I can’t believe they went through. I weighed it, and it was definitely over just one stamp. Again I told her to please watch that. I also told her I’d be cutting back on my letters since we’re so broke and the cost of stamps adds up. She digs all the envelopes I’ve been sending. Too bad I can’t send her some. I’ve still got tons of them.

I misunderstood her as far as hearing from José. I was under the impression it had been months since she or her family had heard from him. However, he has been in touch with the aunt, though it’s been a few weeks since she’s heard from him.

She is so damn foolish and naïve at times! She’s trying to get officially divorced from Justin in a month and now she wants to marry José. I guess that way they’d be allowed to correspond. Just how the hell do inmates marry from jail anyway? Do they simply fill out a form? Will they bring him to her jail or her to his for a little ceremony, or what?

I agree with her – pussies are ugly. When I’m attracted to a particular woman, it’s on an overall basis and not for her pussy. I won’t even go down on one, nor will I suck dick. I’ll cater to them with my hands, but other than that, I’m selfish. Meaning, I’d rather be the submissive one. The only time I didn’t dig the idea of one-sided sex was when I wanted a kid and he wouldn’t do his part or at least get help in doing his part (after the fact, though, I’m glad he didn’t!). I feel the same way about Tom that she does about José, whereas if he were suddenly disfigured, I’d still love him and be by his side, but if I were single, I’d want to start off with some attraction. I never did dig beautiful assholes or ugly sweethearts. I kind of like to be able to have my cake and eat it, too.

From what she’s described, she’s in a huge dorm. She says there are 3 to a cell and never less than 40 inmates – yuck!!! I can see how it must be roaring with noise between 7 AM - 10 PM. That poor thing. I don’t know how she does it for so damn long!

I had assumed that Hope would be out in a decade, not that that’s not a small century in itself, but according to Mary, the poor girl has to do all 40 years of her sentence! I hope she deserved the sentence she got if that’s the case. I guess she’s in on child abuse. She must’ve been one hell of an abusive mother to get 40 years, but Arizona sentenced her, so she could’ve done nothing more than give her kid(s) a rough spanking. I wonder if she’s still as good-looking as she once was with her long straight red hair. She and Johnson were the only redheads I was ever attracted to. I told Mary she can give her my address and that if she’s not homophobic (she better not be if she’s going to survive 40 years of prison), we can be pen pals, and I’ll respect her straighthood. She was so hot that I’d love being pen pals with her, even though I know I’ll never see her again, much less get it on with her.

Later…

Bev’s here. She let me know it with a few loud bumps and bangs which I acknowledged with a few tremendously bassy songs and some thunderous running back and forth. I’m sure she got the message, but now I’m going to knock it off so that she or next door doesn’t go complaining and complicate our lives even more for us. You know how it is; everyone’s got a hold on Tom and Jodi, but Tom and Jodi themselves. Anyway, Bev will probably return later with Romeo in his truck when he gets off of work, and he does appear to work somewhere. I still think she’s paid up till the 15th, which means that the newcomers should arrive on the 1st. I’m going to enjoy every minute we can get of not having to be stuck to anybody!

When I was taking a shower about an hour ago, I heard next door shout out something. It could’ve been someone shouting from the street, but I don’t think so. Through the cascading water, I couldn’t make out what was said.

Another possibility just hit me as to why next door might’ve been talking to Bev and why they’d climb over the fence to do it. To see her place. They might’ve asked Pam if they had another unit available soon for yet another family member (maybe the son), and Pam may’ve told them Bev was moving and so they went over to see it. I hope no one they know moves in there! Even if we are only here a month, them going back and forth on one side of our place is one thing, but to have them all around us would be no fun at all! There are a lot of people over there. Every time I go out, I see 3-4 cars parked there. A lot of cars for people who never go anywhere, but someone’s got to get things like groceries.

Tom said he doubts Bev’s side would be quieter because there’s someone with a shop that does woodworking two houses down and it’s very loud. He says he hears them when he goes to get the mail. I guess their shop sticks way out in back and so it’s a straight shot to Bev’s bedroom window.

I hear periodic banging sprees coming from over there, and when I put my ear to the wall, I couldn’t make out what was being said, but again, it was the same voice. I know she’s alone too, because if she had anyone with her, they’d have to sit on her lap when she goes to leave because I saw her load the back seat as well as the front passenger seat with shit. She’s been here quite a while now. Maybe she’s waiting for Romeo.

How nice it is having the whole place to myself! Literally. I cranked up the stereo and did some singing this morning, and if next door heard it, I don’t care! I’m sure they didn’t, though, unless it was during a time when they were going back and forth. I’ll make sure I don’t get too carried away with it so management doesn’t end up hearing about it and cause us to have a hard time renting a house.

Tom thinks no one will move in next door till after we’re gone. No way. There’s no possible way it’d stay empty for 7 weeks.

Tom had used Meagan as his first reference when applying at Walmart and the transmission place, only to find she’s no longer with the chick she was going to marry, and that she moved last September. He suspects that Meagan’s ex may’ve claimed to be Meagan, either out of spite or as a joke, when they called there, and that she said bad things about him. He said he’ll probably start using local references, but that he thinks that’s why he didn’t get the job at either place. Even if it is, the main reason is still the curse that’s bound and determined to hold us back financially. Like I said, I’ve pretty much resigned myself to the fact that he’s not going to make much more than minimum wage for years. We may have a little more money someday, though, when we own a place outright and he gets his AMEX pension, though the bulk of the extra money will have to go to fixing the place up. That’s ok, though. It’d be worth it. The only problem is that this is years away from happening.

My bed has sprung a leak. Right on time, too (it’s been 3 months since I got the last bed). The good news, though, is that it’s a very small leak, so it’s going down slowly. I blew it up before bed. When I woke up, it was noticeably softer, but I didn’t bottom out. Friday I’ll have him get a new one and I’ll really cut back like hell on groceries to make up for it since it’s going to cost about $16. I’ll then bump a new bed up in front of the mannequin. So after we move and get my teeth done, I’ll save for a double-raised bed that’s way thicker. These here are so damn delicate. I swear they’re no thicker than a typical freezer bag!

No mail from Mary. I wonder if she’s pissed because I won’t help her with José. That’d be being a real spoiled little brat if she was. It could be because I just sent her a book. Whenever I send books, it seems I don’t hear from her for a while. The question is, is she going to think of a zillion new favors to ask of me when I do?

Bev’s moving. I’m surprised it took this long. I thought she’d be gone after our first month or two here. It explains a lot of things like the escalated banging, the multiple trips in and out, the backing in, and the I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude she took on Easter. Romeo was here yesterday with his truck and some other guy. At first we wondered if they were hauling stuff out of her garage, which Tom saw was chock full of furniture and other shit when he was coming back from checking the mail one day. We could see through the garage window today on our walk to Burger King and it’s still full of stuff. She hasn’t even taken down her wind chimes or moved any of the stuff on her back patio. Her bedroom blinds are now wide open. I can see straight through to the wall of the neighboring house.

We’ve agreed to give our notice on May 1st and get out of here on June 1st. It isn’t just that I want a house, but we need to get a place closer to where he works so he can stop using the truck and either walk or ride a bike to work. It’s now costing more than a dollar a day in gas for him to go to/from work! We hope to pick up a couple of used bikes soon enough, as well as a used washer for $40 or so and start doing our own laundry which will be way cheaper than going to Laundromats.

She and Romeo made their first trip over here around 1 PM, and now they’re here on their second trip. Wherever she’s moved to isn’t that far, judging by how fast they returned yesterday to load up after dumping off each load. She’s probably moving in with him in a house. I really hope they come around while Tom’s at work (loud music would annoy Tom in a place this small) because I’d really like for them to listen to my bass go thump, thump, thump while they’re moving shit out. They’re banging like hell right now. I just hope to hell Tom’s right in assuming she’s paid up till the 1st, and that they’d need at least a week to carpet/clean the place, which would leave us with about 3 weeks to listen to whatever comes to go bump, bang and bass in there next. I’m sure that at this very minute, God’s up there thinking, hmm, who can I send to pick on Jodi? Well, I’m sure it’ll be a person(s) who’s very loud, very annoying, and home all the time. I’m not sure if dogs are even allowed here, but I wonder what will be worse – the banging or the bass? I think I’ll hear more from kids than from music. I hope they have trouble renting the place because it’s on such a busy street, but I know I could never get that lucky. I’m sure the newcomers will arrive before the month is out or by the 1st at the latest, leaving us with more like 5 or 6 weeks to have to deal with their shit.

A part of me wonders if she did have two 2-year leases since it’s coming up on May, the month she said she moved in two years ago. Another part wonders if she’s moving because we are, not wanting to take a chance on what may come in here next.

I just hope to hell we have no problem getting out of here and that it’s not going to be too noisy where we move to or a nightmare in here before we can escape this place! Then, once we do get moved, we can put the entire deposit in my mouth and get these cavities taken care of once and for all. Then, while we slowly save for the California move, I’ll save for the mannequin. I want to get it before we leave Oregon because the site I may buy it from is in California, and we’d have to pay sales tax if we bought it there when we moved there. After the move, the teeth and the mannequin, I think I’ll go for a double-raised airbed and then either some shelves or a computer desk. This will take years to come, but it’ll come (I hope!).

We walked to Burger King this morning. It took us 20 minutes each way. It was a nice walk. Only a few yards had dogs in them, but because it was fairly early, not many people were out and about. Although I still prefer cactuses and palms, the flowers that are starting to bloom, along with the budding leaves, were nice to see. Wind chimes are a big thing around here too, so it seems. The diversity of the houses is nice to see. They come in different shapes and sizes and aren’t all on one floor. In Phoenix, they all looked the same.

Yesterday we went to Antonio’s and K-Mart. Antonio’s wasn’t all that great, but did I think God would let me have something wonderful for free? He had linguini in meat sauce, and instead of getting a meal, I got two appetizers. I got crab cakes which tasted a little funny, and steamed clams in a buttery wine sauce. It all cost us just 44¢ and as broke as we are, we didn’t bother to leave a tip. Besides, we don’t plan on returning. I pictured a fancy place like Red Lobster, but it was actually kind of small and café-like. The room had hardwood floors and tables that were too small. There were no booths. No kids, either, but 6 loud-mouthed adults instead. I guess one was having a birthday party.

K-Mart didn’t have the perfume I wanted, so I got some incense and a new friend of Barbie’s named Madison instead. This is the doll with the big head and big feet that looks sort of cartoon-like, yet has a nice face and outfit. I thought she had detachable feet, but instead she just has big shoes with flesh-tone on some parts of the shoe. I like 2 of the 4 dolls in this series, including Barbie, which I’ll get some other time. Although this doll is black, she doesn’t have overly dark skin or hair. The big feet and head make her about a half-inch taller than regular Barbies.

I got some rose oil and dipped a blank stick in it. Not long after I began to air it out, it lost its dark brown color and faded back to the tan color they are when they’re blank. I can’t keep it lit either, so I don’t know if I just need to let it dry longer or what.

They now sell electric warmers which I’d much rather have over the light bulb ring so I don’t have to have a light on when burning oils.

I read a page or two of my book that he rewrote, and while the story was wonderful and he had many good suggestions and advice to give me as far as enhancing the story and making it more believable, as well as fleshing out the characters, he made some errors. Most errors were with punctuation, but there were a few errors with tenses as well. It also wasn’t my story anymore. I mean, it was, but it wasn’t. So we agreed that I’d do the rewriting of the book. I need to learn to do most of this on my own anyway. Then he’ll give it a final read-through so we can do any final editing that may need to be done, then we’ll submit it.

He loaded a Spanish learning program on my computer, which I want to go through to brush up on some of the grammatical problems I have, and it’s so way cool! If only I could’ve learned with this to begin with.

They just left. They took the washer, dryer and grill this time around. I can’t believe she didn’t barbecue while she was here. Better yet, I can’t believe next door hasn’t moved as well. Then again, why would God have them move? They get annoying.

Later…

She just left after her third trip here, this time with just Romeo in his big old ugly gray pickup. I doubt they’ll be back anymore tonight, so we have the whole house to ourselves!