It’s gonna be 90° today. We’ve still been keeping the windows open all the time, though some of the mornings can get a bit nippy in here in the high 60s. As soon as the sun comes up the temp rises fast. Speaking of the sun coming up – when it illuminated the porch yesterday morning I saw that all my wind chimes were shrouded in webs. I think I’ll forget taking them with us and just start a new collection at the new place. Most of them are old, only cost a few bucks, and aren’t worth the effort.

I’m still looking forward to moving but I do have my apprehensions. If we have the slightest doubts about the costs, the neighbors – anything – we’ll just stay in this little old dive. The good thing is that we’re not in a desperate situation here so there’s no need to act in haste or to feel rushed in getting a new place. We can take our time and really do our homework.

This place may have its annoyances but isn’t unbearable. I’m sick of the bathroom waking me up at times, though, like this morning. First Tom turning on the fluorescent light in there caused the sound machine to make this popping sound, then the hot water tank made a loud pop. I actually prefer the other, smaller tank better. First of all, the hot water still runs out just as fast even with this bigger tank. Secondly, it’s louder when it first goes off.

Both bird nests on either end of the porch are occupied. I like the sounds these birds make. Not too loud, not too obnoxious.

Nothing exciting for dreams. Last night, I might’ve lost my handbag, but I think I found it. Then I was in some big building with lots of corridors and I got lost. I asked some chick to show me the way out. She seemed to be in a hurry and asked if I could run. I laughed, knowing I could probably leave her in the dust.

The night before I swam with a bunch of people in a 30-foot-deep pool. It seems I won something too, at some public event.

The OT is picking up again for Tom and he’ll have a 12-hour day to look forward to on Monday. Well, he may not look forward to the hours, but he looks forward to the money. This weekend, though, he has moving preparations to deal with instead. First step is deciding what we’re taking and what we’re dumping or maybe going to try to sell. They have a swap meet around here around Memorial Day. Those are fun. :) What we don’t sell that we don’t want will be left for the Jes pest, I guess.

Two of the possible Janes I messaged confirmed that they weren’t the Jane I was looking for, and Becky hasn’t answered my message asking if she was behind the “pretty lady” comments. But she has been online since, so that makes me wonder if I finally nailed the right person to the wall.

Every now and then I batch post entries to Thoughts that I queue up, and well, my tracker is either completely fucked up or Thoughts is getting hit with a lot of BOTs because Thoughts says I have way more views than my tracker says I have.

Nane says there are many Germans in Spain. I guess it makes sense that they’d retire there like many New Englanders retire to Florida. So that’s two more languages I could speak besides English while Tom would still be stuck with just English, LOL.

I gave Nane the link to a goofy answer I gave on Ask and asked if it was childish enough for her, LOL. She said it was but she still laughed anyway. I guess a couple of her colleagues called out and so she had to do their work, too. Also, they must not believe in air conditioning where she works cuz she complained it was hot and humid and she couldn’t wait to get home and shower. Put an s at the end of showers and you’ve got me lathering her up.;)

Saw Marie’s latest profile picture. She looks like shit. Her hair is way shorter than I’ve ever seen it and it makes her look more like a guy. I still don’t get why so many lesbians want to look like the men they’re not attracted to. It’s a question I’ve been asking myself forever now. Some are naturally masculine, but why go out of your way to enhance what you supposedly find unattractive? If I don’t like a particular style of clothing, the last thing I’m going to do is run out and buy those clothes.

Maliheh switched to a timeline profile on Facebook, so she is still online. I just don’t get why she’s ignoring me. The only explanation I can think of is that she planned this all along and I’ll keep hearing less and less from her till I never hear from her again.

Later...

I was laughing my ass off with Tom earlier when something we bought reminded me of how Nane (and most others for that matter) consider me silly and childish in some ways. You know the old-fashioned bubbles that kids would blow by sticking a stick in a bottle of soap? Well, now they have these high-tech, rainbow-colored bubbles that have a fan attached to a fancy stick and we were curious as to how it worked. So Tom grabbed one when he was at the store since they’re only a few bucks and I said to him, “Do you think this would be childish enough for Nane?” LOL

So we were outside playing with the thing and the landlord probably saw us through the trees, cuz we heard him zoom out on the Harley a minute later. LMAO! No wonder my mom thinks a retirement community is all wrong for me, Miss Loud, Childish and Sociably Unacceptable. But I really can be and am willing to be “normal” for those who will respect my peace in return.;)

Too bad we don’t have rats now. They love to chase things like cats and dogs do and I know they’d have a field day chasing bubbles.