I am sooo happy for Marie right now! She got that really good paying job she wanted and will be working graves! As I told her, I’m so happy for her but so sad for us as we continue to have no choice but to sit here and watch life pass us by. We’re just as capable as the next person yet we can’t have jobs. This is a classic example of what I mean when I sometimes get pissed when people insist God loves everybody and doesn’t single out and pick on anyone. Either way, I’ve already known for some time now that we’re going to be dirt poor the rest of our lives no matter how hard we try to get ahead. Nothing we can do about it. You can’t change fate. So knowing this, why am I still having such a hard time accepting it? Why can’t I accept the fact that some people will go from okay jobs to great jobs while we go from nothing to nothing? It’s not like we never tried to change things. We did. But something up there just won’t let us! It sure feels that way anyway. Hey, somebody’s gotta be the underdog, right? So why not have it be us and not some lazy asshole who doesn’t even want to work! Well, I can always kill myself if I get that sick and tired of being stuck in this rut. It may be hopeless for us, but at least Marie has a shot at getting the things she wants in life. She says she wants a new Jeep Cherokee and that she will be out to see me by the spring of 2012 if the world doesn’t end by then (I sometimes wish it would), sooner if she can swing it. And I was seriously starting to doubt she’d get the job since the interview was weeks ago! I just didn’t want to say anything.

Oh, what the hell, we’ll be alright. Living poorly and without insurance isn’t the end of the world. We’ve done it for years, we can keep on doing it.

Tom just got up and said that Marie’s getting this job should show that that’s a sign of hope and that things are turning around and that we’ll get our turn, too.

Yeah, when?

Jesse and his brother were down yesterday to begin the tree expedition. They dragged up some trees, so their 90-year-old dad can have firewood, and next they have to cut them up. When they do this will depend on the weather. And of course, this may take more than one day to do. Then we’ve still got the fake grass project to deal with, plus whatever other projects he feels he just has to move on to afterward. I really wish we’d been told up front that there would be so much activity on the land and that the dogs would go crazy half the year whenever he leaves. He left yesterday on the motorcycle after working down here, though, and all was quiet, probably because the dogs were all worn out by then.

I had fun playing with the dogs and even took some pictures of them. They sure got us filthy, though, LOL. The ground’s still muddy with all the rain we’ve been having, so when they’d jump on us they’d get dirt on us. I sometimes think it’d be cool to have a dog as big as Whiskey. He can wrap his arms right around my waist and hug me!

The bad news is that the people in back didn’t lose their dogs after all, and Tom saw one of them running around loose. I could hear it barking its ass off, so unless someone was there with it, we may have to deal with them again. They come onto the land and just stand there barking insanely loud at nothing at all. Just like Jesse instructed, I’ll call Animal Patrol if I see them 3 times. It may not cause them to lose them, but it gets them to tie them up if only for a while.

Man, that’s bold. I mean, those are some pretty brazen fucks to STILL be letting their dogs run around loose after not only all the calls and complaints they’ve received but after they attacked Jesse’s dogs AND killed one of the goats up the hill. But as we all know, some people just don’t give a damn about anything or anyone. Not even their own dogs, which amazingly, no one’s shot as of yet. I wonder if they at least try to when they come onto their land, and that’s the few scattered shots I sometimes hear that I know aren’t coming from them.

Later…

I love a good mystery to ponder, but this one’s gotten a bit frustrating! Let me back up and take it from the beginning. When I first looked up Jan I found a Janice Lynn H in Klamath Falls. She was born in 1951 and so was James H, said to be her relative. Also listed as relatives were Betsy, Bradley and Brianne, who range in age from 23-31. I looked everybody up but couldn’t find anything for free for Jan. Just a long email, which is replaced with an * symbol, that you have to pay to see. Not worth paying for, I located and contacted the kids on Facebook, who are definitely related to each other because they’re on each other’s friend lists. I also thought the daughters bore a resemblance to Jan as well.

I also found the husband’s work email and contacted him, though I sent him a letter and the start of the story. For the others, I simply asked to have Jan contact me.

When no one replied a week later, I thought they were simply a bit freaked out by the story and that that was why they hadn’t contacted me. What could they say anyway? On the other hand, wouldn’t you reply and at least let the person know they had the wrong person if you received a letter and a story you knew nothing about?

Then I got a reply from Betsy on Facebook saying her mother never owned a store in K-Falls. Also, her name was Janice, yes, but she goes by Lynn. While it may be ironic that I get this right after replying to the bogus feedback, I searched again and found a Janis I H born in 1954, also in K-Falls. What was strange was that that same long email addy was associated with this name as well.

I looked up all addresses I could find for both Jan’s and viewed them by satellite to see if any appeared to be a duplex since she had said she lived in one, but couldn’t tell from the pictures.

I searched myself to see what relatives came up. Nothing came up for my maiden name in MA, and the only one that came up with my married name was in AZ and that was one of Tom’s brothers.

This leaves 3 possibilities. 1. Jan had Betsy tell me what she told me to throw me off and into thinking I’d contacted the wrong Jan and the wrong family members. 2. They really are the wrong Jan and the wrong family members. 3. I’m remembering the wrong last name.