Right now it’s dreary, cold and snowy, but I’m sure that by lunchtime, the sun will pop out and melt the snow, and out will come next door and Bev’s company. I asked Tom why he thought she was banging more often over there, even though it’s nothing like when the animals are here, and he said it’s because the people are crazy here now that it’s spring. People think they’ve been “trapped” all winter. It’s true that springtime does have a way of perking one up. I can vouch for that from all the years I lived back east. However, they’re getting a bit of a jump start on it. It’s not that nice out. Especially right now.

Tom said he saw a heavy teenage girl outside next door as he was pulling up yesterday. Yeah, I heard her chatter for about fifteen minutes. See, I still think there are more people living there than anyone knows. This would account for all the traffic and why all the fat chicks seem to keep changing ages.

Whoever visited in the navy van didn’t stay long or make any racket, but I just don’t see us giving our notice on the first as planned. Nothing ever goes “as planned” for us. I think we could very well be here another 6 months to a year. Maybe even until we go to California. Why oh why is God so obsessed with me being in places I don’t want to be??? I keep telling myself to get used to it since our problems are always long-term and since I know we’ve got many years to go of having to live like this. We’re going to live huddled in with others for however many years we’ll be stuck in this damn state, then we’ll probably have to play motel for God knows how long down in California before we can hopefully – hopefully – get a rural rental to live comfortably in till we buy something.

The question is, how will we save to move to California if no one will give him a better-paying job? Maybe, as much as it’ll drive me crazy, we should move to an apartment that’s 1 or 2 hundred dollars cheaper than this so we can save to get out of here.

Oh well. At least I have the weekend to look forward to. Since $20 isn’t going to make or break us, we’re going to go out to Antonio’s on Saturday, then do a little shopping at thrift stores and K-Mart. On Sunday we’re going to walk to Burger King so I can get their delicious caramel cheesecake.

I hope they pick up the trash real soon, but the weather may slow them down. The wind already blew the pail over once, but fortunately its contents didn’t scatter and I could pick it back up easily enough.

The hypo’s tossing out a big throw rug. That may explain the sounds I heard yesterday. She told me a while back that she didn’t have carpet.

It’s been days since I worked on my story, so I’m going to put on the sound machine so no one around here distracts me, and get to work.

Later…

The snow, even though most of it has melted, does a better job of keeping people put than the rain does. I still hear scattered sounds coming from next door, though I’m still not sure if she’s alone or what. You would think that she wouldn’t have overnight company too often, but the question is, how many more times will the animals visit for 7 hours at a time before we get out of here?

The kid curse definitely started with the NHA. I don’t know why, but it’s like those kids have been following me around everywhere I’ve gone since I left there 13 years ago. Before that, there were no kids in the buildings I lived in prior to that, even though there could’ve been. Ever since the NHA, however, if they can be near me, they will be near me.

Tom installed a way cool program on my computer that equalizes the volumes of my MP3s. It’s not perfect, but it’s pretty damn good.