They ended up having a barbecue, though I never heard a thing since there were no screaming animals. Just a few barks and bangs. One of them appeared to be the elephant which may be her son. I didn’t get a good look at the lady in the silver car. What was the occasion that these people could take off for a barbecue in the middle of a Thursday afternoon?

I’m sure the blimp was quick to tell them what a rude neighbor she has for asking when her loud and obnoxious company was to leave, and of course they no doubt were like, you poor thing, having to put up with that. No one would’ve dared side with me or make excuses for my request by saying, “But Patty, having screaming kids and barking dogs that close to one’s window would get a little old. How would you like it?”

No dog yet today, but it’s cooler, so that’s probably why. No company yet either, although with all the company she had yesterday, I would think that even she would want a break that extended past just the weekend.

Tom said our next neighbor’s car was gone when he left work yesterday. Ah, out for a 5-minute run to the store? How I wish she did work 2nd or 3rd shift! Especially 3rd because that’d mean she’d need to sleep most of the day, and working company into that kind of a schedule would be hard, though I’m sure she’s jobless. No matter how many people are in the household next to ours, there’s always at least one person who’s home all the time. I just don’t understand how those on disability or welfare can afford cars.

We’re back to having 8 days to go since Eddie, Tom’s coworker, the one we sometimes pass on our walks, is going to be the one to move us on Saturday, the 27th. He says he’s sure we can rely on him (so long as there are no deaths in his family) because he’s the Fran type. Meaning, he’ll do anything for someone just to chat and buddy up with them. I guess he’s lonely and likes to be sociable when he can. As sad as it is to know that coworkers care more about us than family, at least someone gives a shit and is willing to help us.

Like I said, maybe I was all wrong about California. Maybe something wants us to stay in Oregon cuz I hate it here. Why plan on a house in California anyway? We’ll only end up in a duplex just like we did here. Nothing’s ever what we plan it. I know we’ll never live in the country again anyway. I’m as sure of it as I am sure we’ll always be poor and struggling, dealing with one problem after another and with one rude, noisy neighbor after another.

This weekend I’ll be mailing the queen’s letter which Tom says she won’t even know about because Miss Perfect will keep it a secret from her. Is that what she’s been doing all along; reading her mail before she decides whether or not it’s suitable for her sensitive eyes to read herself? If this is true, did she keep the last letter a secret? I find it hard to believe she’ll be able to keep this one a secret. People love to discuss it when Jodi S pisses them off and pissed they’ll be! I don’t care if they run to the cops with the letter either, and I told them so. I’m sure she’ll be quick to email Tom all about how terrible I am for sending it or maybe even snail-mailing something since they don’t have our current number, but that’s fine. As I told them, they’ve abandoned us and now we’ve abandoned them. Therefore, we’ll just ignore them. I knew the moment they said “no more” when we were still up on the mountain that we’d never seen an inheritance anyway. I’m sure it’ll either all go to Mary and Dave or to charity if it isn’t split between the two.

Well, I’m not there so I can’t say for sure that Miss Perfect hasn’t been reading the queen’s mail before deciding whether or not she can read it herself, but I would be surprised if Miss Perfect kept the letter a secret from her even if she did based on the simple fact that people love to discuss it when Jodi S pisses them off. And add things in too, of course. Watch, they probably will email or snail mail us saying it was full of threats. People are like that. If you get pissed at someone that called you an asshole, why not say they punched you, too? It’s like with the Mexicans and how they told the cops I called them racial slurs that I didn’t. That’s just a crutch they always use and a card they always play. Nonetheless, the point is the same. Just like no one ever defends me against those who fuck me over or piss me off, and just like they always play down or make excuses for whoever they are, people love to discuss me. I never realized just how interesting a human being I was till I got older, but trust me, I am truly fascinating! I make for a very fun and entertaining topic of discussion, LOL.

Later…

The elephant was here briefly in the early morning. Just when I thought the rest of the day would be free of company, a gold car I’ve never seen before pulls up and I can hear the sound of running. Unless it was her running to the door, an animal’s over there, and I’m sure they’ll make their way out back any minute for today’s barbecue and even the sun tea she’s got out there. I just don’t get this having company 2-3 times a day!

Oh, it’s leaving. That sure was fast. What is she doing next door? Selling drugs? Unless they’re running out for more charcoal or whatever, I guess what I heard was her running to the door. I heard it at the same time the dog went off, which is the first I’ve heard of it today. There’s no comparison between how loud it is outdoors versus indoors. I could live next to the thing a lot easier if it never went outdoors.

Ok, so that was visitor #2. We’ve got one more to go. Who’s next? The red pickup or the silver car? Hopefully not a white car carrying 3 animals! I cannot believe they haven’t returned. I really can’t. They must’ve been out-of-towners for sure. Besides, they were a little decked out from what I could tell. Not counting the weekend, the only days she doesn’t have company, I’ve got 5 more days of living with her, her dog, and her company! I know I’ll have to deal with the new bitch’s company, but that’s ok because I’ll at least never feel their footsteps and they aren’t going to be out barbecuing.

Later…

What a nerve that bitch has. She just left in her van and left the dog out back. Now that’s bold. Really damn bold. Oh, how I wanna run out and smash its head with a pan or a hammer or something! If she only knew the thoughts I have! She’d never leave it out then, that’s for sure.

Tom ought to go out back and bark with Eddie while I’m doing the final vacuuming on our way out of here. How funny it would be if someone moved in here with a dog of their own and it attacked hers!

Later…

The rude bitch is still gone and so the dog’s still out back. Meanwhile, Tom’s gone to cash his check, get us a pizza, and I got a surprise win! The doghouse win dream was a warning. We heard the mailman toss something by the door and it was a weight-loss book. I’ll either use it for credit at a bookstore or try to sell it at a yard sale. I won it on July 31st. The 31st is when they seem to get me, but that’s not surprising cuz that’s when most sweeps expire. It was a 1½-star daily sweep, and there were 4 other winners. We were right about a pre-moving win, after all. We just thought they’d tell me about it via email and confirm the address. I hope there are no surprises mailed to this address after we move that may not get forwarded.

That’s the second barking fit. Oh, I wanna kill it so bad! If we weren’t able to move anytime soon I wouldn’t hesitate to do so. This bitch doesn’t know just how lucky she is!