The good news is that the oils came a day early. The bad news is that they left out the spring scent samples they were to enclose with all orders made during the holiday. Yeah, I knew they couldn’t be that good. They’re always good the first time around, then they get progressively worse and worse. I’d sure like to find a supplier and do away with the middleman! Meanwhile, I got everything else and they all smell good, even though one of the old favorites I got doesn’t smell like Bob’s version. The Deep Fried Ice Cream is the best of this round. Meanwhile, I emailed SOS to let them know I never received the samples. I hope they’ll send them, but they may not since I didn’t pay for them. They may even try to insist they did send them, but if they do I’ll dump them. I’d rather wait forever to get stuff I know I’ll like from Bob than quickly get stuff I don’t like as much from this dude, or worse, not get everything I’m supposed to get. At least Bob eventually sends all that’s due to me. I also emailed Bob asking for the name of his supplier, though I don’t know if he’ll divulge that information to me or not.

I did some research and while I couldn’t find any sites that weren’t stores like IG and SOS, I found a couple with interesting features. The sites are a bit hard to navigate, but they sell cut versions of their oils. They also sell half-dram sample sizes for a buck or two each. They have sexual scents I’ve never heard of like Titi Twister and Wet Hot Orgasm.

We’re going to have a bit of a cool spell over the next few days, though I’m still dreading August in this place. I’m going to have to be on days, even if it means listening to people’s shit around here because it’ll simply be too hot to sleep in here during August. I can’t see how it won’t get into the 90s here during that time.

Next door continues to be annoying, and Patty’s back to having her red pickup visitor in the mornings. When I got up at 8:30 this evening, she was on her patio barbecuing. She also had a cooler out there. I was worried that this meant an hour or two of barking since she was also on her cell phone which makes her oblivious to the world around her, but I didn’t hear anything. Why would she need the cooler, though? Why not just run and grab drinks from the fridge? This is just a drawback to the cooler days; she camps out back there on days that aren’t as warm. At this point, though, if I could get rid of the dog, versus next door, I’d knock next door right outa the picture.

I was surprised to awake at 121 pounds. Why, I do not know. I haven’t been cutting my calories overly low, though I also haven’t been getting carried away either. Tom thinks it’s the variety I’ve been having. Maybe it also has to do with being in a seasonal climate. Seasonal climates tend to cause you to lose weight in the summer and gain in the winter.

It looks like Tom’s going to end up doing overtime all this week. The question is, though, how many more years will we have to be scrunched in so close to others like this? And why is it so meant to be that way??? It really bothers me to think of all the people I know who can live in houses with space around them while I can’t. Makes me feel all the more singled out and picked on. Why is it so important to God that I live huddled with others? It can’t be to get me to be the social butterfly I have no desire to be, so it’s obvious that He’s doing it to stress me out. I got Patty’s TV blaring to the left and doors slamming to the right, sprinkled with occasional barks and shrilly laughter, and it gets old. It really does. Why can’t we just have our own private little piece of earth that no one invades? Why must I always, always hear from neighbors and know what’s going on with them? The outrageous gas prices are only going to make it even more impossible to live in rural areas. With the way they are, we have no choice but to remain squeezed in the city with people just a few feet away. Well, we can’t make something be that isn’t meant to be any more than we can avoid what is meant to be, so I may as well accept it.

Later…

SOS ignored my email, so I emailed them again. More than likely the dumb cock realized he was offering too much free stuff, stopped enclosing samples when he realized he was in over his head, and now he’s ignoring anyone who emails asking about them. I’ll just order my old favorites in 1/4 lb. sizes after we move when we have $50 available. Make that $65 to cover shipping. I may have to practically get down on my knees and beg Bob to send it, but he’ll come through eventually. The Fragrant Flame’s oil was a rip-off, and I want to use up my sticks and be done with sticks.

I’m almost sure that what SOS calls Hawaiian Rain is really Tranquility, which is still a good one. Meanwhile, the Cookie Dough, Cookies & Cream, Peanut Butter Crunch and Deep Fried Ice Cream, all smell similar in incense form.

Come Monday I’ll send email #2 to the shoe people, but I’m beginning to have my doubts that they’re going to come through.

Patty’s back to blasting her TV again. My first thought was to go over there and ask her to lower it, but I’m just so sick and fucking tired of having to ask neighbors to curb their noise. What, should I have standard forms or something to pass out wherever we live? “Please lower your music,” and “Please quiet your kids down,” and “Please don’t bang so much,” and “Please curb your dog’s barking.” I also got another wake-up call from next door. I was able to fall back asleep, but must they slam their grill cover so fucking hard? I’m never going to escape neighbors annoying me and waking me up. Never. The thought of a lifelong noisy neighbor curse makes me want to tear the hair out of my head! We’re never going to live in a place quieter than this and I know that, but maybe, just maybe we stand a chance of getting a little peace in a retirement community. We’ll find out in 18 years.