At some point during the day yesterday, Mr. White Pickup came and cleared out the side. He removed the wavy garden borders and the soil. The pelican is still there, though. So I don’t get to escape listening to whatever they’re gonna do over there, and my schedule is horrible for it right now too. I figured he wouldn’t just give up, though, and do nothing at all. He has people he knows here who can oversee the work without him having to be here. If they’re going to widen the driveway, and I’m sure they will, him not being here will make it even easier. I knew he wouldn’t be turned off by the price. If you can afford two places, you can afford to widen your driveway. The rocks will only take a day or two, but the driveway is going to be long and maddening. I just worry about what potential trouble a wider driveway might invite if he decides to move in 5-10 years.

I slipped Irma a pic from just outside our door, and she commented about the memories it brings her of doing puzzles or playing cards in the lanai and thanked me for sharing it.

I still have mild burning on and off, but don’t know if it’s just a stubborn, lingering yeast infection or something else. My last problem in Cali was contact dermatitis, but I don’t know what in the world could be irritating me if that’s the case here. Besides, I wouldn’t have had the discharge like I did for a while. The only thing I’m sure it isn’t is any kind of cancer. There really isn’t a whole lot it could be. We’ll start calling GYNs tomorrow and hope it doesn’t take a year to get in.

I’ve definitely been remembering more of my dreams lately. For a while, I wasn’t able to remember them. I attacked the bitch on the other side of Ray for some reason. She’s a hypocrite and I don’t like her in RL, but I would never attack anyone that wasn’t trying to attack me or my property. I don’t know why I was so mad at her in the dream, but I was furious as hell. She was sitting out front with a couple of other guys. One guy ran scared to get help and the other tried to defend her but to no avail, because I punched him out as well, pissed at him for “interfering.” The dream ended with little Miss Be Happy a bloody mess sprawled on her carport.

Then I was living in a different retirement community, only not with Tom and not in a house. I didn’t seem to know Tom. Instead, I lived in a studio apartment next to my dad, who was alive in a ground-floor building that was laid out in the shape of a U. We were somewhere in the middle of the left side of the U. The bottom part was the entryway.

I woke up in a panic at around 6 in the morning, knowing I had to hurry up and get ready to help Dad with something I promised to help him with for a few hours at 7. I was exhausted because I didn’t crash until after midnight. Then I was pissed at myself for leaving the oven on overnight.

I stumbled out of my apartment without my glasses and was in someone else’s place toward the bottom of the other side of the U a split second later. They had coffee in a coffee pot and I helped myself to a cup. “This is coffee, right?” I asked.

They said “Yeah,” and resumed the discussion they were having with someone else.

Another split second later, I was back on my side of the U a few apartments closer to the entrance in a doctor’s place. He and some other guy were running some tests on me. There was a large screen TV in which I was asked to answer some questions, but everything was too blurry to see without glasses.

Then I panicked, realizing I’d lost track of time. I asked what time it was and was told it was after 7. I stood up and told them I had to leave in a hurry to help my dad, and they weren’t happy about me leaving. I promised to return with my glasses some other time and retake the test.