Why oh why do all my neighbors get worse and worse with time??? The only difference is that it took this one a lot longer to get noisy. She just can’t go more than a day or two without the constant slew of visitors! This morning they drove me batty with the door slamming. This occurred on and off from 9:00 – 10:30 and the blimp’s been staying put ever since. She did leave quietly last night at 10:30, but I can’t say how long she was gone.

Sure enough, because I had to wake up and shower to the slamming, it was a shitty day at the track. At first I was like, this has got to be a coincidence! I’m not God. If I had that kind of power then I should be able to influence anything, shouldn’t I? And maybe this isn’t a gift after all, but just another degrading curse to use against me that I should try to destroy. But Tom thinks I can learn to control it, though I don’t know how.

He said he’s not sure my anger can influence anything positively as well as negatively, though it sure seems ironic that as soon as I get fed up with the poverty trip, we get money. Then again, there’s been enough things that getting fed up over didn’t fix. He agrees, however, that my being able to influence things through writing may be more possible.

Definitely possible, seeing that Century just slammed in, though that’s not the effect I wanted. Maybe I should write that she hasn’t been around even if she has. Maybe that’s what it’ll take to get her to stop coming around so much. Or at least get them to just get what they want from their fucking vehicles and go. I don’t see why they have to sit there and slam so many damn doors when they come and go. This is the shit the freeloaders did. If they could just get in their fucking cars and go, I’d be much happier. I’m sick of the big production they have to make about it before they take off or after they return.

It wasn’t Century. It was yet another new vehicle, so I saw, with at least 3 people in it. It was a gray-blue van and I guess these people picked her up and of course when they come back, instead of her hopping out by herself and them taking off, they’re all going to have to get out and cram into her little jail cell. Then they’ll have to come out and get something they forgot. Then come out again a few minutes later for yet more shit they either forgot or that she gave them to take back with them, then they’ll finally all slam out, giving me who knows how many precious hours of peace.

Meanwhile, my mood had perked up before the last round of slamming and one race was a hit. I wish he was the Influencer! He rarely gets pissed or as pissed.

The question is what things should I write what about? Meaning, would it really be more effective if I wrote about Liz liking me, or more effective if I wrote that she hated me? Or perhaps none of these things would make a difference. I just don’t know. Well, it’ll be a while, but we’ll find out when The Influencer, the book I just began, is finished. I don’t know if we’ll still be in Oregon when it’s finished. Either way, I would think I’d have a better shot at influencing Liz than Kate because I never knew Kate and Kate never knew me.

I still have to wrap up Heart of the Forest, but I’ve got an ending all mapped out. It’s just a matter of taking the time to tie up loose ends and bring it to an end.

The weather’s turned cool and damp and so my ear is worse. Or should I write that it’s better even though it’s not?

Mary’s 29 today. In another few years, she’ll have that extra 20 pounds she doesn’t think she’ll ever gain.