Bev was out a total of 4 times yesterday. Tom thinks she’s been picking up Romeo because his truck broke down. Well, we haven’t seen the truck for a while now. I just hope he and his dog don’t spend the weekend over there!

I moved the big palm into the bathroom as a last-ditch effort to try and save it.

He thinks the pain I’ve been feeling in my ear is from my teeth. He reminded me that the facial nerve runs along that whole area. Well, there’s no apparent infection and we’ve got the canal cleaned out, so perhaps he’s right.

We decided that the best bet is to get bikes in a week or two, but keep the truck and see how things go. Then, if we need to, we’ll sell it. We want to sell it anyway at some point and get a van or SUV with better mileage. Old Datsun pickups are shit.

As he was making us pancakes this morning, I was bitching about the transmission guy playing with his head. At least Walmart didn’t tease him and lead him on by telling him to call back, and things like, “Oh, you did follow up.” Then he said I should be happy about it because since it’s close to this place, he’d be more reluctant to move if they did hire him. Meanwhile, after deciding not to call yesterday to let the guy think he’s given up on him, he’s going to call one last time today.

He spotted a single-wide for sale by where he’s destined to work for probably what’ll be the rest of our time here. He said the reason it caught his eye is that although it’s on a lot with others, it’s on the end and there are no yards. Just gravel driveways. But that makes me think they may be closer than a house that sat by itself on a lot. Also, single-wides are havens for welfare moms and drunk rowdy cocks. Especially the welfare moms. If there are no yards for kids to play in, they’ll play in the driveway, and if that’d be as close to us as next door is, I don’t know if it’ll be such a good idea to move there. It depends on the layout and cost of the place. We’re cursed with noise no matter where we go, but if it’s not attached to anyone, it may be worth it. We’re going to drive by it this Saturday when we go out to eat and get a few books at the thrift store. I’ve got so many books now that I’m also going to donate some to them. Anyway, I think the houses on bigger lots should be cheaper. Especially if the responsibility is on the renter to do the mowing and things like that.

Tom also agreed that it’s time to really jump on the book and get it submitted. I still don’t think there’s much money involved or that I’ll necessarily even get accepted, but I’d like to submit it and at least see what Barb’s got to say about this one. Tom said he’s pretty sure we’ve got the right formula down now where I write the story and he does the editing. He can have that job! I mean, I have to do some editing, of course, but I’d rather do most of the skeleton of the story. And as he says, it saves him a lot of time that way anyway. I was glad to hear he’s eager to do this and I hope he really does put his actions where his mouth is because I was getting worried there that he didn’t want to submit anything for some reason.