The truck’s progressing nicely and why wouldn’t it? We’re going to a zoo, not a nice, peaceful house. It’s when we get there that the piece of shit will break down. We’re almost certainly going to get something new within the first year, though it’ll just be another, better piece of shit. You’d think at our ages we could at least have something decent to drive since we can’t live where we want to, but that’s just how it is for us; we always gotta take what we can get and that’s not usually much. At least we can now drive as well as walk and ride our bikes, and at least that zoo won’t snow or get down to 20º.

Tinkerbell’s tumor is continuing to grow. The damn thing is about the size of a golf ball now. Because it’s on her chest she has to arch her back when she walks, the poor thing, but at least she doesn’t appear to be in any pain.

The pool diagonally across from us is deflated, too. What, is someone going around pool-popping or something? Then again, it’s probably cuz of the midges. Tom says the inside of the truck is loaded with dead bugs galore that he’ll have to vacuum out.

I didn’t see anyone, but apparently someone next door’s painting a car because they have the windows covered with newspaper. They have a small screen room set up too, and of course it’s right by our place. Well, not right smack up against the fence, but close to it. I’m amazed I haven’t heard anything else other than their music which seems to be a popular Friday night sport. Or at least every other Friday.

They’ve not only begun to kick unruly kids off planes whose mothers won’t hush them or medicate them, but they’re also kicking them off some beaches in Michigan too, they’re so damn out of control these days. Hopefully, the more they get ousted from various places, the more the parents might consider returning to the good old days when kids were seen and not heard! And teach them some fucking manners.