I make 1-3 journal posts a day but I’ve seen some people journal like some people tweet, LOL. Tons of entries a day! 

Had another fun day at the pool. The redneck and his girlfriend, Julie, were there. They brought Happy with them, which pool rule #4 states you’re not allowed to do but personally, if the dog isn’t noisy or dangerous, I don’t give a shit. 

A couple of other ladies were with them. I think one’s name was Sandy and the other was Karen. 

Anyway, as soon as we headed for the pool, I heard the redneck say, “That’s Jodi.” Julie was glad to meet me. Tom has already met the redneck. He used to stop by and chat with Tom when the yard was first sodded. They were all very nice but I can see why Happy is noisy at times. He’s way better than he was the first few months he was here so I guess it really was all about him being in a new place and not just how he is, but they were kind of encouraging him too. They made these funny sounds on their way out which encouraged Happy to bark a little and make this weird howling sound. 

I was worried at first that they were all smoking since there was a guy sitting right outside of the pool smoking and that was annoying enough because it was drifting in my direction. Don’t ever buy into that crap about smoke following beauty! I’m not ugly but I’ve come to be very average-looking in my older age. 

They left as soon as we got in the pool, and Tom suspected it was because they had the dog with them. He was so funny too, and said at least it was nice that I didn’t call him redneck. Haha. Then, when I was saying I didn’t care anymore if anyone I knew found my blog, I said, “What are they going to do? Come beat me up.” 

He jokes and goes, “I would.” LOL 

Funny how the people in the group are rude and the people at the pool are nice. It’s probably better that way though. You can’t punch anyone through a computer.

I’m in Belgium now heading for the Netherlands. I was discussing Google Street View in the VZ group, and yes, Germany restricts that for the most part. The question is, will I get stuck at the border like I got stuck at the Namibia border? Or will it jump me over to Denmark? We’ll find out in a few days. 

I had a dream that my parents were alive and came to visit. Instead of each house having its own driveway, there was a big parking lot in which the houses surrounded. I saw a van driven by someone from the airport bring them and some others into the parking lot. I could see my dad was engaged in a discussion with someone sitting in back with him and Mom. As soon as the car stopped and the doors opened, I started to talk and my dad looked startled for a moment and then glanced at me as if he hadn’t realized they had stopped. A second later, they were in our place and Dad asked for a beer. I asked Mom if she wanted anything along the way and she said no.