As anyone knows, the more money you have, the more options you have, and not just with house hunting. Yet we can kiss that 1999 Skyline good-bye. Yeah, I’m kinda pissed. I emailed Walter and asked when we could expect the initial payment and he “thinks” it could be a month. I’m not pissed at him. Just at the whole damn thing taking so long when it shouldn’t.

Again I wonder if all the delays are good or bad. We wouldn’t want to stay here either way, but is God trying to keep us from a good thing, or is something else up there trying to keep us from something bad? Like I said before, I do worry about how I would sleep in these parks when on nights, and I do worry about us just “happening” to get those extremes for neighbors and other things out of the ordinary. I don’t think, I KNOW, there was a neighbor curse on us. A few bad apples mixed into the bunch is normal and to be expected, but one after another? It was just too extreme. Therefore, I do worry about these things – getting neighbors who just can’t stay indoors, who are always doing something to pretty up the outside of their homes, who are always renovating, who have a lot of company, who come and go a lot, and basically doing nothing that would be against the park rules, but still annoying as hell to anyone right next to them.

Tom just got up and I told him what Walter said and he said he’s kind of glad, and being the optimist that he is, he pointed out the good in the delay, even if the delay still kind of sucks.

First of all, he’s pretty sure the strip of grass between the places is either theirs or a commonplace, which is where the mutts would be brought out to piss and shit. That’s literally right under our windows. Not only do I doubt the sound machine could override its bark if it were loud enough or of a certain pitch, but it would also be annoying as hell when I was wide awake. Furthermore, they allow up to 20-pound dogs, which is kind of big. Most parks only allow up to 15 pounds. We won’t rule this house out entirely, though, as I said before, it goes against what the “dream people” said. They said blue or tan, parking on the right, square footage in the 1400s, and I thought the dream with all the citrus trees could mean the town of Citrus Heights, but IDK.

The only dreams I remember last night was meeting a Valleyhead staffer who was very rude to me while I was at VH, and told me I’d aged well.

Also, someone handed me something that was supposedly written in Italian and asked me to read it to them, but the words were all wrong and they were like 25 letters long.

Another good thing is that it gives us time to accumulate more money of our own and to up our credit score. We should be in the 600s in another month. The best park, regardless of homes, is still that park where all the homes are at ground level and it looks like you’re driving through a regular neighborhood.

Mary, who got a new job, says she’s gotta start driving to make things easier. Yeah, if I had to relive my life I’d probably push harder to conquer my driving phobia, though I honestly don’t know how I’d have afforded a car on disability. For most of my youth, I was very poor. Until I met Tom, though, relying on buses was a flat-out bitch.

What I don’t get - please don’t get mad or take this the wrong way, I told her as I NEVER thought she deserved to do time. She was the victim too, not the perp - how the hell she gets jobs so easily in a state that has so few jobs, as a white person (minorities get first dibs on everything), as a woman, (our world is sexist), with not much of a job history since she was so young when all the shit started with her, and with a 13-year stretch, while my record-free husband with an extensive and impressive work history had to sit on unemployment for 2 years. I guess youth really IS everything, LOL. I’m happy as hell for her, but I still don’t get it, especially the record. Is she in some kind of program that places people who have done time or something? Is her PO putting in a good word for her?

Later…

Got a little rain going now out there. I’m sure the pest up the hill will gun his loud truck, but at least I won’t have to hear all his other vehicles today. On Sunday he almost made me wish someone would tie one of his balls to his ATV and the other to his motorcycle, and well, I’m sure you can figure the rest.

When I went to forward Walter’s email about the estate to Tammy I was in for one serious WTF? moment when I saw that it wasn’t there. The email is there, but not the part detailing the estate info. WTF? How can part of an email disappear???

While the house itself would’ve been ideal, another negative we thought of later was the fact that there was no shed there. We’ll take ours if worse comes to worst, but it’d be nice to have one already there, even if it may not be quite as nice as this one. Also, Auburn is still 1000’ up, and although it hasn’t happened in two years, you can get a dusting of snow here. The other towns we’ve been looking in average about 5° warmer and don’t get any dustings. So while the house is great, the area has too many negatives for a 10K place that needs so much.

The rats are having fun running along the space between the slider and vertical blinds. Sugar is one seriously horny rat. Rats are notoriously horny anyway. So much so that if the opposite sex isn’t available to get it on with, they will get it on with the same sex. Well, if we have vertical blinds in the next place, I wonder what the neighbors will think if they look over and see a couple of rats in action, LOL.

This weekend we’re not only going to finally take Tammy’s GC to the IHOP, but we’re going to check out the park Tom saw that he thinks is the nicest. It’s in Citrus Heights. This is the one where the houses are at ground level. The park itself is really nice, Tom says, but the houses there can be kind of expensive. This is the one that wants a 720 credit score. Tom says they’re regular houses that look like they’re in a regular neighborhood that’s very nice. The park is huge, which is both good and bad. It’s bad in that it makes visiting kids more likely to be at the pool, but it’s good in that they probably won’t pester us as much. The smaller parks may consist of a closer-knit community where everyone wants to be buddies with everyone.

Again, that 1999 Skyline went against a lot of what the dreams have said. Andy was telling me that Christine McVie’s mother was said to be psychic and said she’d “find it” in Orange Grove. Years later Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham were asked to join Fleetwood Mac. At this time they were living in L.A. on the corner of Fairfax and Orange Grove.

I still expect my dreams to reveal more info the closer it gets. Right now we’re probably about 3-6 months from the actual move. If the Jes pest has dream premonitions, then anytime now he should be dreaming of moving a broken futon out of here, his sister scrubbing away in the kitchen and bathroom and fixing leaky faucets LOL.

I realize that a lot of folks may think I’m just as crazy for writing about all these dream premonitions same as when I say I can’t keep a fucking schedule, but that’s okay because I also realize that if someone wants to insist I’m crazy, lying or whatever, they’ll do it no matter what I write about.

Off to hug my rats now. I know, I know. Crazy. Just crazy. :)