With the snow gone and the temp around 50º, we went to the store today after he got off work. The poor guy’s been so beat and his feet have been killing him too, cuz of all the overtime they’ve been making him work. Anyway, not only did I get to see Liz, but she got to see me, too. She didn’t say much and I couldn’t think of anything to say to her. I can’t swear to it, but I thought she looked about 5 months pregnant, although with those bulky aprons they wear, I couldn’t say for sure. She sure as hell didn’t look pregnant that time she walked by me and I got to see her like never before, whereas from behind the counter, I don’t usually see as much of her. When she walked by me she wasn’t wearing her apron and she walked swiftly, too. She didn’t wobble like pregnant women usually do. She’s got some mighty narrow hips to be pregnant with, so maybe she’s just bloated if it wasn’t the way the apron billowed out. At least she didn’t leave me depressed. If anything she left me feeling sorry for her if she is pregnant. She’s just so young and it not only would be such a waste of youth but of life, too. This could explain why she seems to be there more lately; because if she is having a kid, she needs all the extra money she can get. Tom, however, hasn’t noticed her there more often. Either way, she wore her hair down with the front pulled straight back. I’ve never seen it parted in the middle, which I think might look best.

Tom called the people about the check and he said that they remembered who I was right away and that I wanted cash instead of the wakeboard and that the sponsor, who is the one running the sweep, should be mailing the check out to me within a week. He said he’d call to make sure things were on schedule. I wish they’d hurry the fuck up so we can open a savings account before some of these checks expire! Especially a bank with branches in California. Besides, I’m in a hurry to get going with EFO. I want to see it spit out hundreds a day at us and not just hear Tom say he’s 99.9% sure it will.

I can see not hearing from Mary, but not hearing from Paula this long after sending her a package, along with the fact that none of the numbers I had for her were in service, makes me wonder if she’s in jail. She probably got caught driving which she’s not supposed to be doing.

Some of these people are so weird. 50º may not be like 30º, but it’s still not toasty either. Yet there the people next door were, as we walked by to go to the store, sitting on their front porch as if it were a gorgeous day. They were gone when we came back, so I guess they decided summer was over by then.