Yesterday was a fun and relaxing day that turned frustrating. I was sitting at my computer when all of a sudden I heard it… that damned dreaded saw. But I knew right away it wasn’t Bob or the guy at the end of the street. There’s a couple with a garage in back of the house sort of where the street forms a T that I’d never known to join in the sawfest as of yet despite having a garage. Sure enough, though, now I got this cock to have to listen to, too. Tom says he has heard him before, but he does this very rarely and not for hours like the others.

As I’ve said a million times before, I didn’t come here for this shit! These people are supposed to be old, feeble, and pretty much unable to do things. Why are they all out sawing instead? Everyone with a garage uses them as workshops, including one that doesn’t have a garage. That’s 5 fucking people on our tiny block. This is NOT what I would think of when I would think of retirement communities! Every other day lately someone’s been sawing. Pretty sure the corner guy will be at it today, though we’ll be gone most of the morning. Doesn’t matter. He’ll still be at it when we get back. That cock doesn’t stop till sundown.

Fucking male neighbors! No wonder I’m so sexist with few exceptions. Yes, I’ve had some noisy female neighbors, but they are NOTHING compared to the males.

My left purple glitter shoe still pinches my big toe. It probably has something to do with that ingrown toenail. If Doc C had done it right the first time, then it would probably have been fine. I could wear them to walk into a doctor’s office or the lab and home, but not for walking around Walmart and things like that.

They gave Tom a projector at work that we’ve been playing around with. The problem is there isn’t enough space to project onto in here. As big as this house is, the walls are all filled up with things… shelves, stickers and other wall hangings. It’s still cool to have and it’s worth hundreds of dollars.

Had some weird dreams last night. In one, my sister and I, along with other people, were at what seemed to be a huge house. We sat on a long bench watching a reality show on a big-screen TV. I was fascinated by this one part of the show where they pulled a surprise on its host. I still smoked too, and some young girl to the left of me casually took a cigarette from the pack of smokes I had sitting on the bench between us. I didn’t seem to mind that she’d taken one of them. I then pulled one out also, and the girl pulled a lighter from the pocket of her jeans, lit my cigarette and then hers.

Tammy, who had been sitting to the right of me, had been talking to someone else. When the person she’d been talking to walked away, I said, “You’ve got to see this. It’s amazing.” I started to back up to the part of the show that had me all excited, then I said something like, “I’m really hard to impress. So if I’m this impressed, you will be, too.” But try as I would, I couldn’t find that part of the show, LOL.

In the second of three dreams I remember, I was floating on the ocean. Eventually, the sun set and I quickly looked up to see if I’d drifted too far from shore, but I hadn’t. I got out of the water to find Tom standing on the beach happily chatting with a black couple that was perhaps in their 50s or 60s. Tom introduced us and we shook hands. Then Tom took off running really fast around the nearest cottage, which was very small. It seemed to be some part of a game or a test he was doing with the couple. I woke up running behind him and shouting, “Have you got my purse?”

The last dream wasn’t good at all. Some guy kidnapped me and he must’ve either snuck a drug in my food or drink to subdue me or he wasn’t someone I could attack and defend myself against. I don’t know why he took me, who it was, where we were, or what he did to me. He seemed to be holding me somewhere above a mall. One day he went out and I managed to escape. I grabbed my belongings, including a cell phone and ran down to what I knew was his store. I started taking things, including a key that sat on a counter that I knew was to his mailbox or something. I guess I liked the idea of inconveniencing him, even though he could get a new key if he didn’t already have a spare. Then I called the cops and reported the kidnapping.

Later…

Back from Home Depot where we looked at adhesive vinyl floor tiling. I found most of them to range from boring to ugly. We’re going to order what we want online where we’ll have more of a selection.

We also looked at appliances to get an idea of what front-loading washers/dryers we want, and what new oven we want, too. We don’t cook much, but it would still be nice to have something that’s not 31 years old. The thing is we can slap it all on our card and get it today, but I like to keep the savings way up there if I can help it. I’m just paranoid after all we’ve been through in the past.

We looked at smooth wallboard panels to put over these old paneled walls that you tape and texture to give the wall a solid smooth texture.

We bought a roller brush with a tube for loading paint into it, so you don’t have to keep dipping it in the pan. We’re waiting till the weather warms back up a bit to resume painting. No one wants to be cleaning out brushes when it’s 50° outside.

Then we went to Walgreens where I fed my nail and smellies obsessions. I got Angel and Swept Away perfume, plus this new nail polish in purple that’s supposed to have a velvet texture. I also got a light blue frosty polish.

I have much more to update on but will do so after my doctor’s appointment. Let’s just say that Nutrisystem makes canceling hell for you. I’ll never deal with them again!

It was barely after 9:30 and already I could hear some hammering. Can’t tell where it’s coming from, though.