Sorry, sorry! I had to jet to 5:30 yoga class and then talk with D.
Basically, it went well. There's info gathering to be done about some things, but basically, without going into huge detail -- the parenting plan was never. fucking. filed. So we focus on the sale of the house first, and she thinks she's owed 6% interest for each month blah blah, bad property settlement, I could KILL Dan's original divorce lawyer -- it's goddamned COMPOUND PER ANNUM, ha! BOOYAH!
But we went through the list of stuff to do, and we are going to be able to slowly, patiently, get this monkey off our back in time. We create and FILE a parenting plan with, ahem, the help of a lawyer and D not just being out of an abusive relationship (and ahem, with ME backing him the fuck up all the way)
There's some things D didn't do, natch, that we'll need to be wary of, but generally, I walked out of that meeting with the feeling that the lawyer was proficient (and kinda reassured by my efficiency and intellect.) D feels a LOT better.
STILL don't know if she has signed the contract -- haven't heard back from realtor. But if she hadn't, I think realtor would have been blowing up D or I's phone via text -- she's on a cruise now.
So -- forecast, mostly sunny, with a light breeze and slight chance of some high winds. But we've got a wind shelter and an umbrella.
the parenting plan was never. fucking. filed.
...what? It what now? You're freaking kidding.
We need to figure out how to acclimate him back to sleeping in the living room without losing his tiny little mind.
When my allergist told me not to let the dog sleep in my room we put up a child gate in my doorway and put the dog's bed right outside the gate. He could still see me and keep track of me that way.
My apartment now just has street parking, so I don't think that I could leave a POD in a street parking space overnight (or could I?).
I've seen it done here, but I guess that would depend on local regulations.
So, an old boyfriend of mine just died, I just found out. We dated a long time ago, 1980. He was a newsman on the radio and a very good one: [link] He was brilliant and a a lot of fun, but I finally figured out after a few months that I was more of a side piece for him than a true girlfriend and I broke up with him.
I don't feel sad exactly, just full of memories.
...what? It what now? You're freaking kidding.
Apparently not. Filled out, evidence on the paper copy I/we have of notes...but not filed in the county court system. I checked, the lawyer checked...not there. The only mandates regarding parenting are in the divorce decree itself.
I don't feel sad exactly, just full of memories.
That makes sense. That's got to be a weird sensation.
It's snowing out, and I think I have post-traumatic stress.
I was sitting outside (spring will come, Jesse, we had that yesterday) and a peanut landed on my head....
I got to pet goats! The now 1 year old twins from last year!
Loki just ate some filling from my spinach empanada. And then grabbed my hand to pull it closer. So both of my cats like spinach.
Off to haircut and errands!
I can't even talk about the weather...
I'm a little worried that this cough has turned into bronchitis or pneumonia. It's been a month now, and it seems to be getting worse again.
