Well, as it's becoming obvious that our every attempt to generate enough income to pay the rent is coming up short, we're making alternative plans. We're scraping up enough money to get a P.O. Box, an old minivan and a storage shed. We've decided that living out of the minivan on BLM land will be preferable to Vegas; we can eke out a living off of cans until I can get something better...and once I scrape up enough, the scrapyard does eventually have camping trailers for sale. It sounds quite primitive, and it is, but frankly, so is living in a roach infested motel between two crack addicts and downstairs from the happy hooker. That's not the kind of life I want to raise my children in.
The climate here is moderate; we'll need to hunker down in the winter, but we've camped out in colder weather than the coldest it gets here; if we can scrape up enough for a trailer with a heater, the heater should suffice. I think after that, our next agenda will be to get a small generator; if I can run my computer as a word processor and a small refrigerator, we can make a go of things.
I'm still making the trip into Vegas next week, though...we have some things we need to pawn, and we'll get a better price there (here, I got a whopping $25 for my guitar). I have my eye on a cheap minivan once the funds are together, and I think I can talk the guy down by explaining our situation (it's for a charity, so the van was donated, so he's not out anything).
I'm down to begging for a job; I asked a friend of mine who knows the owner of the donut shop to put in a word for me.