Both the book and the stain-remover pen were forwarded to me, but I don’t think I’ll get the sweatshirt. Especially if they sent it via UPS or FedEx because then it would’ve been returned to them.

Yesterday I had so much fun watching DVDs! We’re not mailing them back from here, though, so no one steals them. The mailbox is only about 10’ from the sidewalk and they mark their return envelopes quite clearly, so it’s obvious as to what it is. Tom mails them on his way to work.

A couple of days ago two guys drove into the big yard next door and picked up this huge ladder-like thing that had been leaning against the house. They loaded it onto a full-size pickup. I haven’t seen anyone looking at the house, though I’m sure they have been.

I have worked so incredibly little on my story since the move because of the sweeping. I guess I just figured that I’d rather spend my time on something that has the potential to pay off, though writing is fun, so I think I’ll go work on it while my chicken wings cook.

Later…

We finally got some rain. Not a heavy rain, but this is Oregon, not Florida or Arizona. So it doesn’t rain that hard here anyway.

I sit here and I look at the time and I am so, so glad I’m not at the duplex right now with the dog being tossed out back while she has one visitor after another to the tune of the TV blasting! The fat fuck of a bitch may not be leaving the dog out as much these days, but it’d still be heard from enough if we were still there.

Since she doesn’t mind noise but thinks complaining is a crime, I hope to hell whoever moved in on our side is doing nothing but complaining! Even threatening to kill the dog, if not actually doing something to it. The dog and TV’s got to drive whoever’s in there now absolutely nuts. Especially if they’re older, disabled and home all the time which is quite likely the case. And of course there’s the door-slamming from next door, too. Oh, how I don’t miss it there! I love being back in a house and I’m enjoying every minute of it till the yard next door becomes a circus.

I’m also glad I didn’t sell the rude asshole my spider plant which I just learned is not a spider plant. It’s a ponytail palm! I was exercising when I realized it was looking more palm-like in the trunk as it gets taller. Then it hit me that it could be a ponytail palm so I checked some pictures online and confirmed that it is indeed just that. It will get pretty tall, but it’s very slow-growing which explains why it took me over two years to realize it’s a type of palm tree. These originated in Mexico. It’ll take another 20 years or so to get to be 6’ tall, but I’m definitely not going to sell it. It even blooms white flowers in the summertime, but that’d take about 75 years to happen.

I just worry about losing everything after how close we came to doing just that when we first got here.

I still can’t believe his family dumped us. And I know they’d still have done that even if I’d never sent the letter giving them a piece of my mind, and even if I’d never returned the checks. At the same time, I can believe it. People are cruel.