I’ve been pigging out, so I’m back to 125 pounds. Oh well. Anyway, the neighbors decided I should sleep without interruptions last night, so I did. I appreciate it, too. I slept from 4 PM - midnight, so I’m almost back on days. The only real disturbance around here was the dog going off on the cats, but this time she came right out and got it. Of course the damn thing was right back at it just minutes later. It was out for hours.

We walked to the store early yesterday morning and put the AC in the window later on. The hose Tom got wouldn’t vent enough heat, so since the cord was longer than he thought, we were able to put it in the window. It had to go in the one on Patty’s side so he could get the screen out easier. The bedroom windows are high and there’s a slope between us and next door since Shasta Way is a big mountain. So to have put it in on the door-slamming side would’ve been quite a reach even for someone as tall as Tom. Next door’s duplexes themselves aren’t staggered because they’re turned the other way, but Patty’s place is a couple of feet higher than ours, which is part of why the walls are thick enough to do as good of a job as they do with blocking non-vibrant sounds.

Later…

The dog’s been let out for what will no doubt be many hours. I’ve got the fan on now because if there’s any barking or banging, I so do not want to hear it! Besides, it’s been a while since I worked on my story, so I think I’ll get back to it.

Meanwhile, I hope someone will answer my emails as to why I haven’t received the shoes I won, and why I never got my free oil samples.

It’s going to be pretty warm today and tomorrow at 85º and 90º, so maybe that’ll put a damper on outside activities.

Later…

Patty just left, leaving the dog in back, and the chick who drives the red pickup next door. Well, I just hope she’ll come get the damn thing if it goes off. Knowing Patty, though, she’ll be back in 5 minutes. I wish it had been the other way around and that Patty was our winter neighbor while Bev was our summer neighbor. I’m sure God had it planned out this way, though, just so the dog could be outside so much. I almost wish it would be in the 90s every day till we move since the AC should only need to run about 4-6 hours a day. Why bother wishing this, though? We’ll just be moving from one dog to another. I know the people on the sides of wherever we end up will have barking dogs, and God only knows how many screaming kids and bassy stereos to go with them! The so-called mystery neighbor is forever out of reach for me. This dog is quiet most of the time it’s out there. It just lies on the patio. However, just knowing it’s out there and that it could go off and disrupt either my train of thought or my sleep is what’s nerve-wracking. That and next door’s doors are why I’m determined to stay on days, even if it means I have to deal with people’s shit more often since I did sleep through some of it. I’d rather not lose sleep because I do that enough in life without the extra help. I’m going to lose sleep for months when we move to Sacramento like when we moved here.

Come to think of it, Patty seemed rather decked out as she was pulling out, and why would she leave someone here while she went to an appointment or out shopping? Wouldn’t the visitor just leave and come back tomorrow? Maybe she’s not simply running errands. Maybe she’s going to be out all day.

Still no word from SOS. I’m almost certain the cock used the offering of the free samples as a ploy to get people to order. I’m not even getting a reply from the shoe people. Again, at least there was no money lost.

Later…

Now no one’s in the driveway. Hopefully, Patty came back, pulled into the garage, and the pickup left. I’d hate to think Patty’s still out and that the pickup left, leaving the dog to do whatever it pleases in back!

We didn’t bother to put the foam up in the door-slamming window because I think the AC will be sufficient enough. After all, this isn’t Arizona or Florida. Also, it’d make opening the window at night a real bitch. Tom thought it would cut down the sound of the doors slamming, but I disagree because it’s too vibrant a sound that shakes the whole room. I’ve felt them go slamming back and forth even with the headphones blaring in my ears. It just reverberates right under the floor. It’s like sonic booms. If there was a cellar here, then it probably wouldn’t have that effect. The house I see us moving to has no cellar or garage, though, so I’ll have to deal with car doors shaking the place instead, but hopefully they won’t come and go as often as these fat assholes do. I’m sure someone will be home all the time, but maybe, just maybe they’ll stay put and not have a ton of company.