We walked to the store again and got rid of the rest of the bottles and picked up a few more things.

Meanwhile, the rude bitch tossed the dog out in the late afternoon yesterday like I knew she would, but it was quiet. I haven’t seen or heard it today. Yet. She’s gone now and she took the fucking thing with her.

Yesterday, Tom pulled the truck out and I got a kick out of how she ran and shut her blinds once she saw us, though I never actually saw her. I just noticed that the blinds started off being open and eventually they closed. I’m sure it had to do with my being out there, too. It’s not the first time she’s done this. When I was going in and out when he was working on his bike one day, she closed them then, too. Guess I must be quite an eyesore for her! She reminds me so much of Andi. I can’t understand how people can take such offense to such things as being asked when your company is to be leaving after they’ve been carrying on like hell. I mean, what do they expect? That’d be like my vandalizing people’s property and getting pissed when people called the pigs on me for doing so.

Anyway, I made it a point to be annoying right back, stomping my feet, running hard, etc. God help her during this final week to come! She is going to be in for one wild and rocking week!

He pulled the truck out so he could sprinkle sawdust on the oil leak to soak it up. He also went through some odds and ends out there. Along with the driveway being alongside our new house, it kind of sucks that there won’t be a garage or a cellar. I just hope there’s a doorbell! If not people will be knocking up a storm.

Tom said that if worse came to worse and Eddie bailed out on us (or there was a death in his family), he’d ask a guy named Steve to help us move on Monday. I still hope Saturday’s our last day here! Tom will probably bike back on Sunday, though, to touch up any final spots on the bathroom mildew we started spraying and shit like that.

Tom says he loves riding his bike so much that he’d gladly keep on riding even if we had a car and free gas to go with it. He says he may not have gotten skinny, since like me, he likes to eat, but he sure does feel a whole lot better. He has lost some weight, and he does appear to have more energy.

Later…

What was a nice, peaceful day, save for next door’s shrilly cat cooing, is now over. The bitch and beast just pulled in. She left shortly after we got back from the store and was gone for over 6 hours, the longest I’ve ever known her to be gone. As soon as I saw her pull in just now, I escaped under the headphones. It’s just that I know they’re going to waste no time hitting the back and I don’t want to hear it. I just don’t. I’d rather let her hear from me over the next 5 days, and I assure you she will! In fact, I’ll make sure she hears more from me than I have from her and that shit dog in the entire 4 months we’ve had to live with them. At least most of the day is over. Anything goes, for the next few hours, but by then it should be pretty dead around here, save for next door’s doors. I won’t be ready for bed till around 9:00 anyway, so that much is good, along with knowing that this particular dog will never again wake me up.