I was able to surprise myself by falling asleep a few hours earlier than I expected to last night and slept from midnight to noon. I awoke a few times along the way and had dreams about being interviewed on some news or talk show about my writing. There were a few others on the panel with me that were either there to discuss their own books if not something else entirely. At one point I was asked how I got story ideas, and I said mostly from dreams. Then I was asked about my weight, and I said I was 118 pounds. LOL, I doubt I’ll ever be under 120 again.

First Jesse kills me yesterday in the shower with all the fucking bleach he dumped in the tanks, now he’s running a loud vehicle (his truck?). I sprayed the shit out of myself with perfume after applying scented lotion, and now I’m burning a stick of incense, but all I smell is bleach, bleach, bleach! There’s no excuse for this much shit to be added to the already filthy water. Next time I see him I’ve definitely got to tell him to back off the shit. My eyes are stinging and I stink like hell. I was probably cleaner before I showered. Gross or not, I’m going to shower just every other day while we’re still here. On non-shower days I can wet wipe myself down. The wet wipes we’ve got smell way better than the bleach factory we smell like we spent the day at when we step out of the shower. sighs How many more fucking months – or years – are we going to have to be here?

Today I woke up to find brown water in the toilet and of course the tub is leaking worse. Tom left a message saying he’d flush the worst of the dirt out from outside when he gets home and to just use bottled water to brush my teeth.

We didn’t come here for this shit and if the water isn’t cleared up real damn fast, we’re not paying full rent! How the fuck am I supposed to do laundry in this shit? At this point, I’m totally willing to settle for staying in another old single-wide for a year before getting what we want just to get out of here sooner. We’re wasting money like crazy here and I’m not getting any less sick of the sluggish and unpredictable Internet connection.

Meanwhile, if the dreams are right about me getting 12K from my parents (assuming no one’s fucking with me, something I’m beginning to wonder), by the time I get it we may very well have around 20K in savings. Plus we’ve now got just one bad thing left on our credit report and are establishing credit.

Maya surprised me with a “no” when I sent a message asking if she was really just Kim playing around. I didn’t think the message went through. I don’t know what to think anymore where that account is concerned, but am a little surprised she hasn’t commented on my blogs.

Later…

Well, the day is ending a lot better than it began. Finally heard from Walter! Still don’t like the 40%/15% thing and think it should’ve been 60%/10%, but at least I’m getting something. We all had serious doubts at first. Every little bit helps toward the move and now that we know the dreams I had were right in that I’ll be getting more than 2 or 3 grand, but wrong about me getting 12K since it will actually be closer to 8K, we can start aggressively hunting for a place.

Between the estate money, savings and tax refunds, we should have around 15K to work with. With the economy being as it is these days, you can find a decent 2-bed/2-bath starting at around 10K. That leaves us plenty for new furniture and other stuff for the house. We’re okay with draining the savings entirely cuz we know we’ll be able to easily save about a grand a month since our overall expenses will be cheaper and that’s without OT. The lot should be cheaper than the rent is here, and we’ll save on gas big time since we’ll be closer to where he works and to more stores. No more driving 30-40 minutes, depending on traffic, just to get to Walmart.

Still, it doesn’t seem right for a daughter to get 8K while granddaughters get 12K, even if it’s split between 4 of them. It would be nice if they would each give me a grand, but that’s not going to happen. Hell, I wouldn’t give a penny of it to anyone if it were me.

Other than Jesse’s dirt-filled, bleach-stinking water, which we did manage to clear up a little, life is getting better and better. Tom cleaned the washer’s screen of the dirt that got inside it and slowed down the stream of water, then I could get the rest of the wash done.

Exchanged messages with Andy, who’s got 17” of snow, and Mary, too.

We ordered $132 of groceries online. Tom will pick them up in the morning when he goes to check the mail and run other errands.

I just wish the OT would let up a bit more at work until we got moved! Finding the time to look for potential places online is one thing. Going out and actually seeing them is another.