Another day of hoping we don’t receive anything in the mail we don’t want to receive while wishing we could receive what we’d like to receive from those who are supposed to care. But I know better even if he doesn’t. I think a part of him simply doesn’t want to believe that his own mother could cease to give a damn. It’s sad, but it happens.

I’m not going to wait for all the people next door to gather outside the bedroom wall for breakfast like they’ve been doing lately, and I’m not going to wait till Fat Pat gets company and tosses the dog out back for me to have to deal with. This means that as soon as he’s gone, I’m going to crank up the tunes and do some singing. Meanwhile, I should be up most of the morning, and weekday mornings, just like the evenings of any day, are the most likely times for barking. I was surprised they didn’t set up camp out back yesterday evening. On days that hot they usually do. She may’ve gone somewhere early in the day because the cooler she’s had on her patio for about a month was gone when I last glanced out before crashing at 10:00.

Tom’s going to call another property management company today to see if they have any houses for rent without shared yards. So far, though, it seems like most of them are a cluster of rentals on the same lot. That wouldn’t be that much of a step up from this place, but I know I can’t expect much more than this because I know I’m not allowed to live in peace.

Tom feels I’ll get a win notification within the next 3 weeks. Hope he’s right!

Later…

Although the dog did take a shit fit at the door during her visit from the small red pickup driver, she only let it go on for about a minute or two. However, she no longer appears to be leaving it out all morning. She doesn’t even leave it out in the evenings as much anymore either and this started around the time he gave notice. I doubt Pam would’ve gone so far as to call her or send a letter in regards to the dog, but what may’ve happened is that the bitch called her wanting to know if we’d given notice and that’s when Pam said something like, “Yeah, they did. And they say it’s because the dog annoys them, so you might want to put a lid on it.”

Meanwhile, Tom called Hartman Management Company and found a house with both pros and cons, as they all seem to have. The pros are that it’s cheap and has no shared yard. The cons are that the houses are too close, it’s small and dumpy, might not accept pets, and isn’t within walking distance of anything.

I think this is the best we’re going to be able to get, though, for being in the city, and personally, I like the sound of his coworker’s highway house the best. It may be worth the extra money to get the garage it has, and I’m used to living next to the crazies, so why not? Sometimes the best way to deal with a curse is to just go with it and roll with the punches, so I may as well look at the bright side of living crammed in with others. For one, if there was ever a fire, God forbid, and there was no time on my phone, someone with a phone would be just a few feet away and always home. We’ll never have much space around us again and I know one can’t fight fate and win, so why drive myself batty trying? Meanwhile, we have to live somewhere, and if that can only be with others on top of us and us on top of them, it’s better than Brattleboro or Valleyhead or Estrella.

I think Tom should keep his mouth shut about the rat. We could put his house in a closet if we had to with all the time he spends running around loose. No landlord is going to come in and do a search of our closet as if we were inmates in a jail cell.