Huh?

Hmmm. That was quick. I guess it's who you know.

Here Comes the Sun

After six days of weather that made me think the perfect man might be a builder of arks, the sun came out yesterday morning.

The aftermath of the storm is that my street now looks like a papier maché project.















"Did you notice the mountains?" I asked a little old lady I encountered while walking my dogs.
"No English," she told me. (I think she was Chinese).
"Snow," I said and pointed to the hills behind her.
"No," she said, nodding her head yes.
"Snow," I said, trying again as I fluttered my fingers delicately and let my hands drift downwards. "Snow on the hills. Look." But I couldn't get her to turn around. It was startling to see the snow so close and it made me giddy to have no one to share it with. I restrained myself though as I finished my walk. I did not bound through the neighborhood embarrassing my dogs exclaiming about the snow.

Today, the second day of sunshine, there are still rogue puddles in the park that look like small lakes. But my patio  is now no longer a cesspool of floating dog poo. It's clean and dry, and the sandbags have been moved to the side so I can use my back doors again. Inside, my floors inside have been Roomba-ed for about the 50th time (does anyone else love their Roomba so much they talk to it? I think if they made little outfits for Roombas like they do for those plastic lawn geese, I might dress mine up.)

I'm so happy about the sun that I don't even care that Mr. Ex did not return my latest phone call which I made to him after my attorney emailed me on Friday, telling me that Mr. Ex and his attorney are still refusing to address the issues of his bonuses & reimbursing me for half my attorney fees-- and that they are still trying to divide the irrevocable trust. I'm not sure if it was desperation or optimism, but I called Mr. Ex up and asked him out for a drink so we could talk. Maybe mold spores have taken hold of my brain, but I really think if we were seated in a dark bar with Margaritas in our hands we could work this out.

wow

I failed to mention that Mr. Ex called me yesterday. Which is to say that he actually returned a call I had made to him.
Fanfare. Fireworks.
He said his attorney would get back to my attorney.
He said we were close to an accord in the division of our joint assets.
He said he thinks he paid the missing attorney fees. He's "checking on it." And that if he didn't make the payment he would.
Any bets on how much longer this is going to take? Let's do one of those sport-type-pool-things where people try to guess the score. I will donate $100.00 dollars to Haiti in the name of the person who comes closest to guessing the date Mr. Ex and I sign our agreement re our joint assets.
Hmmm. That might take a while. I'll just donate the $ to Haiti now  & take the person who is closest to guessing the date out to lunch.
Go ahead. Guess.

Important Note

The man who loves me is also the man I love.
What amazing luck.


photo credit: Hamilton Roberts Photograhy