Week 1 on the diet only dropped me two pounds. Tom says that’s a reasonable amount to expect to lose each week. Yeah, but that’s only if it keeps working. If not I’ll have to make some adjustments and hope for the best. We got a new scale, though, and I was right about the one we had being way too low. When I checked out the before picture Tom took I could clearly see right away there was no way I could be under 140. So Tom got a new digital scale and sure enough, the 137 the old scale told me I started at was really 147. Who’d have ever thought I’d gain so much weight?! Imagine if I’d had kids? I’d be around 200 now! It’s perfectly normal, though, like it or not. Your average person gains 30-50 pounds once they hit middle age.

Jessie had a bad day, but I didn’t understand her email. Something about a customer’s note, her boss being pissed, her chances not good for getting the job she wants because she has no accounts receiving skills. Then why would they even consider interviewing her in the first place and getting her hopes up for nothing?

My worst Netwinner nightmares have come true, and we’re out $225. They’ve finally admitted they can’t afford to pay their members, although they’re blaming it on “fraudulent” players rather than their own stupidity, and have credited us with double the number of points instead for prize draws. So I’m just going to redeem my points for their stupid contests I’ll almost certainly never win, then be done with them for good.

All good things really do come to an end.

Shortly after 4:00, Jesse rode down on his ATV with some kid in his late teens to early 20s. I thought they were going to finish the roofing project or get something from the pile of stuff he has across from the shed, but instead, they just turned around and left. So just what was up with that? Was he just checking on his stuff? Assuming no one was home because he saw no vehicle here? I never went out because I was cooking and not exactly presentable. He’ll just have to learn to call first. I have a feeling that even after all the home improvement projects are done, not seeing the owner for months at a time as was the case in the Klam, won’t be the case here. Oh, well. No place is perfect, and despite the scattered barks and engine-gunning sprees that seem to be a thing of the country, it’s been heaven! I still wish we owned our own place, though!