Wow, going to bed to a book sale in the UK and waking up to one in Australia is awesome! So was Monica’s kind, sweet words which she left on my Nexus Wallpaper wall. It’s where I get a lot of the images for my blog. Monica seems to really like my writing and my personality. She’s a super nice person. She must be one seriously ugly dog, too. You know those who are this nice to me usually are. She’s not crazy so that leaves ugly, and yes, you guessed right if you’re thinking I’m probably thinking – why couldn’t Nane and Barb say such nice things to me, though Nane did say some nice things (mostly sexual) when she was toying with me.

Anyway, Jesse, who was amazingly quiet yesterday, though I did still hear a few things, will be down in a few hours to replace the part of the pipe that needs to be replaced. We bleached the stain from the bedroom baseboard, but a small part of the paint chipped. Hey, it’s not our place, so it’s not our problem.

Tom worked two hours OT yesterday. Tiring on him, but great money as that’s almost $150 in one day. He’s already earned enough for January’s rent, cutting us down to 3 months of hoping he doesn’t get laid off since we’re not eligible for Unemployment till April. If they do lay him off it will probably be between January – April, but I won’t know it till a day or two in advance when I have horrible nightmares revolving around water, falling or violence. I hope not, though! I’d really love to see things go well for us for more than just a few months!

Later…

Everybody knows, I thought to myself. Face it, you may never make a living off of it, but you’re starting to get known as an author and so you’ve got to be even more careful what you say in your blog the more word gets out that you’ve got a book for sale and might have more in the future.

So, since Jesse’s going to give Maryann the link to my book, I better keep any comments about the barking and the loud engines reserved for my offline journal.

Many of my sites are linked. If you Google me you will find this blog as well as the link to my book. And the link to my book has the link to Twitter which has the link to this blog, and so on and so forth.

I called up the hill at 8:30 to let Jesse know I was up and about and he came down an hour later, wanting to let it warm up a bit first, to finish fixing the pipe. He was chattier than he’d ever been before (when he wasn’t talking to himself), but wasn’t drunk or anything.

“I know it stinks,” he said, but my sister said the only way to get rid of the stain is with bleach.”

Slap the bitch for letting him in on that one! I knew this, I told him, and Tom and I already took turns assaulting OUR noses on account of HIS wall.

At one point I joked about trading places and he laughed and said, “Yeah, then you could have my payments.”

I was surprised to learn the place isn’t all paid for after all. He said he had too many wives and between that and child support they took all his money. LOL

It turns out that he built his own house 20 years ago and he says he has to work on it cuz it’s “falling apart.” Houses are like people. This means that even young ones are bound to have their problems, but they shouldn’t be “falling apart” at 20 years old. What the hell did he do wrong when he was building it to have a 20-year-old house falling apart like an 80-year-old house?

He asked about our internet connection, if Tom had his own computer, how Tom’s job was going, if he likes it better than the last one, how long we’d been married, and if I had a mirror (so he could see the pipes better).

At one point I hinted about a possible move, saying that I loved the savings and seclusion here, but sometimes got tired of being in such tiny old places. I said it would depend on the job, but at this rate, he may be stuck with us forever.

“That’d be nice,” he said.

Yeah, but nice things have a way of coming to an end, buddy. :) It really is going to depend on the job. If he remains forever a temp or keeps getting laid off, we not only won’t be able to spend a week with the bigots in Italy, but we won’t be able to move either. We got in here with him as a temp, but it’s hard to believe anyone would rent a real house to us in a senior community without him being a permanent employee.

We also ended up discussing my book. He seemed impressed and interested in that, but he doesn’t have his own computer. He said people keep urging him to get one, but he’s just not into that sort of thing. He’d rather be outdoors making a racket and annoying the hell out of me even though he’s really not that bad of a guy and he is good at fixing what needs to be fixed. So good that he wants to paint the roof and the trailer the same color next summer. beats head Yeah, he’s saving up for it, he says. Well, let’s hope he has a girlfriend to steal some more money from him between now and next summer so I don’t have to deal with the kind of long-term racket that would make if we’re still here.

Too bad you can’t just pick this shitbox up and dunk it in a big old can of paint! I was totally dismayed to hear all he has to do here and that there’s also work that needs to be done underneath the place. Jeez, Jes, why don’t you just tear the whole fucking thing down and play with every single part of this heap of shit! slams head in wall

Anyway, back to the book. He seemed a bit intrigued so I wrote down the address to one of the sites and told him that if he ever does get with the times and joins the computer era he could check it out. He said he’d give it to Maryann. Yikes! That’s when I ran and edited out some things I wrote about in my blog about her pesky bro, though I doubt she’ll even check it out, much less buy it and link into my blog.

“You know it’s when you don’t want or don’t expect someone’s attention that you get it. Now get in there and edit that blog!” I ordered myself. Well, I followed my own orders, LOL, but I still don’t expect a visit from her.

He asked what the book was and I simply said it was a suspense novel. I didn’t get into the lesbian lead characters. I’ll let his sister find that out for herself if she really is curious enough to check out the link, though they don’t strike me as being homophobic in any real way, especially Maryann.

Gotta get on with the editing. The NaNo thing was fun, but it’s nice to have a break from the pressure of deadlines!