Here’s something rather unbelievable, not that I can complain. It’s already coming up on 9:00 yet I haven’t seen or heard from Fatty Patty or Freckles. No company yet either, and I can’t hear her TV. Could Miss Maimed, Crippled and Disabled actually have taken off for the day?

In my dreams!

Another thing that I’m sure is just in my dreams is getting a house outside of K-Falls. Something rural with more space around it like in Malin or Chiloquin. Would God actually let some slack loose on the leash He’s got us on and let us venture out of the city? If He did, I know it’d be just a matter of time before He yanked us back in and made us live with others.

I was reading one of the posts on the sweeps site. Sometimes they discuss things related to the sweeps, other times they don’t. One of the posts was to bitch about dogs left outside to bark all day and night. So many people agreed, saying that they didn’t see how people could be so oblivious to all the racket they make. I still can’t believe people can legally be allowed to do this anymore than I can see how those car stereos can be legal. If there’s one animal I wish God never created, it’s got to be the dog!

The only bad thing about some of the big wins is that you have to pay taxes on them. Also, they may send affidavits that require notarization. The notarization is no biggie, but the taxes may be. It wouldn’t be much of a win to get something we had to pay thousands of dollars for.

It’s ours, so I’m paranoid about the AC breaking. It wouldn’t start right away when I went to turn it on earlier.

First Tom rammed into a wall and now he’s ramming into posts. He bumped into a post and scraped his elbow as he was slowing down to cross the street.

Later…

Shit! The white car’s back, though they haven’t hit the back yet. Yeah, I knew they’d be back. I just didn’t know it’d be in just two days. This is the same time they arrived the other day, too. Well, I guess I just won’t bother waiting till we give notice before I blast off in here.

Later…

Oh, thank you, thank you, God! The car’s gone. I guess just the mother quickly came and went for some reason. This isn’t to say they didn’t drop the animals off over there and that there won’t be banging and outdoor screaming sooner or later, or that they all came and then left to get things for a barbecue, but we’ll see. Maybe it wasn’t even the same car. It could’ve been one that was identical to it, though I doubt it. I think it was them. I just hope they don’t come back and that if they do, their visit’s as quick and as quiet as this one!

I know it’s a long shot, but I’m hoping the mother won’t want to bring the animals back for fear of stirring up trouble with me or other neighbors, and not wanting to have to feel guilty about knowing she helped cause it, but that’s just not the way most people are today. First of all, the mothers quit disciplining their kids sometime in the 80s, and secondly, people just don’t care. She wouldn’t care if anything she brought or did over here caused problems or not because they wouldn’t be her problem and she wouldn’t have to be the one to live here with them. If this one does end up like Andrea at the Vista, she’ll go out of her way to have this woman bring her brood over here for the sole purpose of harassing me (and to hell if it bothers mom and daughter and racks her up loads of complaints) and the woman will be much obliged to do so. People just aren’t considerate of others.

The dog was out from 9:30 to 11:00, so we’re losing time there. It’s to be in the low 90s today which may explain why. So far, though, and despite seeing the dog, it’s as quiet as it was before Bev had the animals over for her wedding.

I can’t wait to get out of this state, but at least in this state, I can breathe better than in any other state so far. I can sing better here, too. I don’t have the tightness I’d have in other states upon warming up. It seems I don’t even have to warm up. I can just chuck it right out. I have a richer, fuller and more vibrant sound, but part of that could be age.

I’m having trouble concentrating on my story, though I have worked on it little by little. I guess I’m just so preoccupied with thoughts of getting out of here and wondering where we’re going to end up, how noisy it’ll be, etc. Well, I’m pretty sure there’ll be people not much further from us than in Phoenix, and I’m very sure there’ll be noise. I know one thing for sure, though, and that’s that we’ll never rent or buy anything sight unseen again!

Later…

Both she and the dog were out back, then she went inside. The van’s out front, so she’s going out for 5 minutes anytime now. Actually, she’s back out there now on her phone, so if the dog barks I’m sure she won’t do shit about it. Oh, now we’re gone again, and so is the dog. Perhaps it’s time to run that 5-minute errand.

Just seeing these people even when they’re quiet really plays on my nerves. It’s not just knowing that they could steal my peace at any moment, but it makes me feel so claustrophobic. I do not like having people just a few feet away or less like this! I know everybody’s different, but I feel so smothered without any breathing space around me. I miss space and privacy, though if I want privacy I can just stay in here with the blinds drawn. There’s not much to do out there anyway, even though it’s beautiful out. Will God ever see to it that it’s in my cards to have space around me again? And if so, for how long?

Patty’s too lazy to put her trash by the side of the road, so after I saw the trash guy get out, walk up to her dumpster and pull some loose trash out of it, I ran and asked him if he’d take a broken box fan (we have two others, plus the broken evaporative cooler). He said yes and was halfway up the driveway with the dumpster when I ran out and handed it to him.