We have officially given notice! First, the weather’s just gorgeous now, which may explain why we haven’t heard/seen the dog today, even though I didn’t get up till 2:00. It’s cloudy and cool and because there’s a nice breeze at the moment, we opened the bathroom and bedroom window to let the fresh cool air in. I turned off both the fan and AC and Tom shouldn’t need to sleep with the front door open tonight. By morning it’ll be quite chilly in here, but it’ll save us on AC costs.

I’m truly amazed at how well this oil burner works when it’s not windy in here. The fan blows the heat of the flame out from under the glass dish that the oil sits in, so I only use it when I don’t need the fan going.

It fucking figures – I open the window, turn off the fan, and out they come next door. Why is it always my window they gotta gab under, the rude assholes!

Later…

I had to stop for a while so I could concentrate. If they start up again I’ll put my headphones on.

He hasn’t called anyone yet since we can’t put a deposit down till Friday, but he did talk to Pam. When he went to give notice, she asked if there was a problem. Tom then set aside his paranoia and said that while he didn’t want to come off as a complainer, the dog next door gets annoying. Pam then said, “It’s a medical dog,” in a tone that suggested she didn’t want to let it in in the first place. Yet the law required it.

Meanwhile, Tom was hoping they’d let us stay till September 5th if we had to so that we’d have an extra paycheck. With the 5th being on a Monday, we could take the weekend of the 3rd and 4th to move if we had to. She said just go on the 1st if we can, but that yes, we can stay till the 5th if need be, but we’ll have to pay for those days. That should mount to something like $60.

She didn’t bring up the subject of show-and-tell, so he didn’t either. If we get a letter in the mail saying we have to show the place, he’ll call them and make sure they don’t send anyone before he gets home. I’d rather him wake me up than the doorbell. That way he can let them in and tell them to hang on a sec while he gets me up. Better yet, they’re the ones managing this place, so they should take responsibility for showing it.

Although it’s a remote possibility, the bitch next door might’ve told Pam, “I hear they’re moving soon next door. Meanwhile, I have a friend who’s seen my place and knows they want their place, so let me know when they’re gone and I’ll have them come pay you so they can move in.”

I doubt it, though, or else I’d think she’d have mentioned it to me. Now that she knows the dog gets annoying, maybe she won’t be so quick to be too selective about whom she puts in here. I’m glad Tom mentioned it, because even though I don’t vibe it, we may still get a place from them, and if we do I’m not going to send that email. This way we still got to complain without it affecting us if we do stay with them.

They have a house available right by where he works which is smaller than this place. That’s ok, though. If we could cram our shit into an RV and a 10 x 5 storage unit, we can handle a smaller place. It is a two-bedroom, which is the strongest thing I vibe. I’m almost sure we’ll be going into a two-bedroom. There’s also a house close to here, but it’s on a dead-end which will mean it’d be very noisy with kids playing in the street, etc. It’s ok either way, as I told Tom, because there are two things I’m sure of in this life and that’s that we’ll not only always struggle, but we’ll always live where it’s noisy, so we’ll just take the best deal. I don’t know why God wants us poor and struggling to the tune of other people’s bullshit, but I guess He just feels we don’t deserve any better.