It’s 7 AM and already the fucking dog is out. Although I don’t expect we’ll have any more 95º days which is the hottest it’s been since we’ve been in this state, it’s to be around 90º today so that probably means I’ll have to deal with the fucking beast a little more than usual. All I know is that the hotter it is, the more she leaves it out. If Pam mentioned our complaint to her, it obviously didn’t do any good, but I’m not surprised. This is the type of person who simply does not give in to complaints no matter how much leverage the person complaining may have over her. Some people are just extremists in that way.

My first instinct is to shout, “I can’t wait to move!” But why? We’re just moving in with other dogs and noise, so why get overly excited? We’re just going from one dog to another. The only difference will be that we won’t be attached to someone else’s place. By the time we get there, it’ll be nearly a year of living connected to others. I’m going to enjoy this separation as long as I can because I know better than to assume my connected days are over. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life it’s to never assume the past won’t be back to haunt me in some way shape or form.

In fact, because I have no choice but to adapt to city life, and because it’s going to be noisy everywhere we go, I’m not going to spend my life setting up house according to the closeness of others. I want to use the bedrooms, so I’m going to use them, and to hell with the fact that their driveway runs right by them! I’ll just sleep when I sleep and deal with the wake-up calls and the distractions from the rude people around us when I’m awake.

Renting a U-Haul for the day only costs about $40 which would be about what we’d pay someone he works with to help move us, but the catch is that they require something like a $200 deposit, so I don’t know if this will be possible. It sure would be nice, though, because we know we could rely on them. Even if their mother dies. Tom’s going to check into it and see if anyone at work would be willing to help us, and get a feel for just how serious they are or if they’re just being “polite.” Yes really means no with so many people. I think that in the end we’ll be forced to license the truck simply because it’s the last thing we want to do.

God, I’m sick of being poor! Poverty really cuts your options in life down big time, but it’s just one more thing I have to accept along with noisy neighbors. Nothing we could possibly do could change either one of these things so destined to be a part of our lives.

My schedule’s at the point now where I want to push it ahead a few hours, but not so fast because the quicker I get my schedule on days, the longer I have to hold it.

Tom has an appointment after work tomorrow to see the house. The owner’s going to show it to him. For some reason, they won’t let Triple-A show it. It’s on a fast street, so that’s good. Sure you get more stereos on the streets with more traffic, but the higher speed limits keeps things moving, though it’s not as high as this street. They also keep away the potential for block parties and shit like that. Kids won’t be playing in the street, which is a one-way street.