Tom spoke to the guy whose wife runs the daycare from home, but he didn’t seem very receptive, so he’s going with “Mr. Acre.” Mr. Acre owns an acre of land on Shasta and has been at MCX for almost as long as Tom has. Mr. Acre said it’d be no problem depositing the check for us.

While I want the check to be good so we can get out of here, a part of me wants it to be bad so we can enjoy the hefty profit it’d bring us once we sued the promotions company silly, but I have two reasons to be very sure the check is good and that Mr. Acre is trustworthy. For one, God would never be nice enough to let us get such big bucks, and secondly, God’s always protected my perps in the past. So if I know where this guy lives, how would that protect him if he rips us off? It wouldn’t because I swear to God Himself I’d be over there so fast ripping the guy apart limb by limb! In the past, though, God’s made sure everyone who’s burned me was either way out of reach or had some kind of hold on me. I also trust Tom’s judge of character.

So if the check is good, I’m guessing we’ll be out of here around July 1st or August 1st if it’s not.

Tom’s made it clear to the guy that we want the check back if it’s bad and that we’ll pay the $6 fee. It’s if he gives us nothing that we’ll know we’ve been ripped off, but like I said, I think we can trust him. We’ve decided to offer him $200 for doing us the favor, but Tom says he’ll probably insist on us not bothering. The guy isn’t hard up for bucks himself, which is another good thing. I’d be worried if the person was desperate.

Later…

I heard some car doors a little over an hour ago and went to look out front out of curiosity. I thought it was Kim, but just as I glanced out there, I saw a young guy coming in the gate. I went out before he could knock and wake Tom up, telling him I saw him come up the walk. He was from next door and was amazingly kind and considerate not just for a human being, but for being so young. He couldn’t have been over 25. Hey, why wouldn’t we get such nice neighbors now? We’re moving. He said he lives with 4 other guys and that they’re all musicians and that it was his birthday and cars may be driving in and out of the yard for a while and not hesitate to let them know if they get noisy. I haven’t heard anything but scattered car doors and told him that as long as they don’t come and go with loud music and they keep their windows closed when doing band practice, it shouldn’t be a problem. I told him Tom was asleep, but that I’d be up for quite a while. We got to talking about music in general for a few minutes and I told him Tom was a musician in the Air Force and that I sang. He seemed interested in that, but I changed the subject, knowing I could probably get a job singing in his band (though I think he said it was his dad’s) cuz I don’t want to be a live singer. You get what you want when you no longer want it! We know that, don’t we?!

I mentioned that we’d be moving soon. He said his family’s in the East Bay area and that it’s pretty mellow there.

Anyway, it was really nice of him to stop by and let me know what was going on. He said his name was Skyler. Sounds like some kind of stage name. He said they’d be hanging out on the deck mostly and I said that’d be no problem cuz it’s on the other side of the house. I wish all houses were laid out like this, except I’d have it be our land running up to their house and not theirs running up to ours.

Tom thinks it’d be best to get an apartment wherever we move to, get to know the city, then move a few months later. This makes perfect sense if it really could be just a few months, but I know that “just a few months” really means “about a year.”