I was telling Andy how I could understand some of the German in the movie I saw last night and his reply of “danka shein” nearly had me spitting coffee all over my monitor as I had just taken a sip of it when I read that.

Yesterday Nane taught me 3 new words, blöd, Schmetterling and troslos. With her in my life, I can’t help but keep learning, haha. I giggled to myself when I remember Ida suggesting I learn German and I said, “That ugly shit? No thanks.”

Guess it’s a little late for that now, huh? It may still be ugly, but it’s still fun, too. The only part that’s no fun at all is the damn grammar. I am one doof Mädchen in that department.

Yesterday’s trip to the bank was probably a waste of time. I still think in the end we’re going to have to settle for an older, dumpier place that we can buy outright because I’m not so sure we can get a loan. Also, if we can get a loan the amount and the interest rate may be too high for us to afford on top of the space rent, so this is why I have my doubts will end up in our top pick of parks and a nicer, newer place. That and the fact that nothing ever works out easily enough for us. Nobody gives us anything and the cookies never happen to crumble in our favor, making things run smoothly for us. There are always all kinds of obstacles and delays thrown at us to make the ride bumpier for us and to ensure that we don’t quite arrive at the destination we wanted.

But that’s ok. Even the oldest, dumpiest of homes will be heaven compared to this little old shitbox, and a can of paint can cure those snot greens, piss yellows and diarrhea browns that were so popular in the 60s and 70s.

One house that was listed yesterday was not only old and ugly, but it claimed to have 12K worth of cigarette smoke damage and that the owner died “peacefully” in it since the Full Disclosure laws require them to report such things. That wouldn’t bother me, though I don’t know about a place where someone was murdered. Then again that probably wouldn’t bother me either. I’m still not sure there is an afterlife that could really spawn evil spirits that could haunt places. If there was such a thing as life after death, then why haven’t our loved ones or friends who have died made a point of letting us know about it? Why aren’t we sure of it if it really exists? Being unaware of something may not mean it doesn’t exist, but I have my doubts at times on this one.

Tom discovered another park about 30 miles south of Sac that isn’t a co-op park where everyone owns a share, but where you own your home AND the lot it’s on. That would be wonderful, but it’d take him nearly an hour to get to work. Funny how the best of deals just “happen” to be out of reach. Again, whatever’s up there that’s determined to hold us here isn’t going to pave the way home for us. It isn’t going to make it easy at all. But we still have to try to see if we can get into our preferred park even if it’s a long shot, and see if we can get a loan for a nicer place. If it’s looking hopeless by the end of the month, that’s when we’ll grab something in a decent enough park that we can afford outright. As long as everything in it works and the guts of the place are in sound order, we can give it all the cosmetic surgery we want.

There is some potentially good news, though, and that’s that we still haven’t heard back about the credit dispute (the rental company in Oregon saying we owe $200). Tom said that the longer it takes, the more likely it is to be removed from your credit report. They have to contact them and ask them for proof we know they don’t have, so hopefully that’s what’s taking so long. It’s a common scam rental companies pull. Instead of refunding your deposit, they claim you owe them instead.

Later…

Forgot to say in my last entry that, unlike some branches, our local bank “happens” not to do manufactured home loan deals. They’ll only do them if you’re buying land to put them on, not looking to buy one in a park. So it’s either a personal loan or no loan. I’m still going with no loan in the end and buying a place outright. I think that’ll be our only choice, but on the bright side, we won’t have mortgage payments on top of space rent to pay.

It’s weird glancing at other people’s journals that are older than me and reading that their parents and all their siblings are still alive. I don’t miss my parents or brother, but with just one sibling and a few nieces and cousins left, my family sure is shrinking. I may have a couple of aunts and an uncle out there still, but they never gave a shit about me.

Still no word from Mary, who completely ignored my wall post on her advocacy page. Whatever’s going on with her, though, I’m not going to sweat it. Although I may wonder why she’s avoiding me, I know she must have her reasons, whatever they are. So I have “unliked” her page, and I will either hear from her again or I won’t.

No weekend barking at night last weekend, but the scattered barks I’ve been hearing during the daytime tells me that whoever was staying with the Jes pest that left, hasn’t returned.