Dewey, Cheatem, and Howe

First of all, Ms. H. is doing quite well in her far, far away.

She entered an art contest at an anime convention and won first place.

She is in love with bullfighting. If you ever have a bull that is really pissing you off, I can hook you up.

Got a china shop? You know who to call.

I realized something as I got back. Something that I knew was there but I didn't know how much it was dragging me down.

The oppressiveness of this house and this existence here in this exact space.

I actually had a couple days straight when I didn't think about the past nine months. I actually felt like a normal, whole human being.

And then I got back to a mailbox with correspondence from my new best friends at the Department of Corrections. Apparently, since I asked for the info, I will be told whenever STBX gets out, changes his address, or dies for the ten years of his parole. I just need to keep them updated as to our whereabouts.

But, the one thing that just got me a tad annoyed was that they referred to him as Tracy Christopher Shaddox instead of Tracy Curtis Shaddox. Yes, they got his OID number correct and yes, that number is connected up to his correct information but it's just annoying. Everyone is human and everyone makes mistakes but if you can't get the little shit right, how can I assume you can handle the big stuff?

On other news fronts, I've decided that I'm going to create an interpretive dance routine to take to my lawyers office. Since phone calls and hen pecking don't seem to get me anywhere, I'm going to dress in a body suit covered in post it notes. Every single post it note will have a goal written on it. A goal that is currently being held up by the fact that I am still married.

See, she can tell me all she wants that "Mentally, you know you're divorced" and "You have to realize that this will be with you your entire life" but when it comes to refinancing my house, I need to dump the dead weight. (Oh, that's right. I'll be informed if he dies...I guess I need to dump the useless weight...)

And funnily enough, it's hard to get your case back on the court calendar when the COURT HASN'T HEARD FROM YOUR LAWYER TO GET THE COURT CASE BACK ON THE CALENDAR.

Yes. These things take time.

And they take more time when clients are soothed over with platitudes before they go on vacation only to come back from said vacation and learn that a request for another court date has yet to be made.

Maybe some day stalling lawyers will have the experience of taking a loved one into the emergency room when they have collapsed. The nurses will assure them that CPR is being given and all they need to do is sit down in the waiting room and shut up because THESE THINGS TAKE TIME.

And after a significant amount of time has passed, they will wander into the exam room only to find their loved one cold and lifeless and the doctors sitting around the break room playing cards.

Perhaps the doctor will look up at this point and an expression of dawning recognition will come across his face. "Oh! That's right! You were wanting us to do CPR, right? You were depending on us to do what we were supposed to do...well...sorry...my bad..."

Yeah, but I'm guessing that will never happen.

Life comes down to two kinds of people: the powerful and the powerless. For a couple of days, I had forgotten that.