Today’s the 1-year anniversary since the supposed pigs were snooping in my old Google accounts. I can’t believe God protected ME this time. BUT… it hasn’t been a year since they supposedly made whatever fictitious little case from my emailed blog entries. As I said, they were obviously altered with threats because I didn’t send enough stuff to constitute spam according to the Can-Spam Act’s legal definition. It’s gotta be a jurisdiction thing that’s been saving me. No God would really save me since it didn’t save me 13 years ago. Arizona doesn’t give up on its precious blacks. I’m sure they still want me as bad as they want the guy who molested or raped somebody’s kid.

Tom called me on his way home from work yesterday saying he’d be an hour or so late since one of the tires blew. It was a bad blowout too, that he couldn’t fix. So he got a whole new set for $450 since it was just about time to replace them anyway. It was great to be able to buy a whole set and still have thousands in savings, but these are the kinds of curveballs I feared would start coming at us as we neared our goals. If they escalate, don’t think it’s a coincidence, I told Tom.

I was shocked and thrilled to learn he discovered a completely petless park that says absolutely NO pets are allowed! I’m sure God will make sure it’s too far away, but oh how I would love to be in a totally dogless park! I still think the dogs closest to us would be annoying as they were taken to and from the place on walks and that dogs being walked around the park would go barking by the place whenever someone else happened to walk or drive by, and that could get annoying at times. Not utterly maddening like Jesse’s dogs who are left to bark outside anywhere from 2-10 hours at a time, but still, I’m going to have to listen to car doors, people gabbing, and landscaping. Who needs barking on top of that?

I don’t understand why I haven’t adapted to all this barking after 20 years of living with it. Aren’t we supposed to grow accustomed to things the more we’re forced to deal with them? Yet if anything barking drives me crazier and crazier each year.

The pest up the hill is now going out for a couple of hours on random weeknights. So now I have 3 possible nights per week I can’t get any peace, not to mention when he’s out in the mornings. Weekend nights are still the worst. When he leaves between 7 and 8pm, they don’t stop barking till 3 or 4am. Sound machines are a must if I want to be able to hear myself think, let alone concentrate on reading, writing or anything else. And of course there’d be no way to sleep without them either. I hope the next people in here are native Westerners for their sake! Usually, if it’s all you’ve ever known, it’s a lot easier to deal with. Tom can sleep through the racket and pretty much live anywhere. As conservative/hateful as most of it is, a part of me wishes I were from the West. Then barking would seem like nothing to me and I could simply tune it out.

A part of me is considering chucking my dad’s urn out in these woods. Do I really want the ashes of a guy who lived in denial and let his wife abuse their kids?

Later…

Forgot to mention that I’ve now lost a total of a pound and a half but I’m not ready to get all excited and think I can lose 30 or more pounds. Not unless I’m still losing weight after the first week. Many things seem to work well at first. It’s common for me to plateau after a week.

Andy says the woods are too good for Dad. Bust the urn open, dump the ashes in the toilet, shit on him, then flush him into the Jes pest’s septic. LOL, he would come up with that one.