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03.08.07 |
And life marches on. I'm tired, but feeling much more in control of this new situation. I had my one good cry full of boogery nose-blowing and puffy eyelids welded shut by dried tears. And I hate to admit this, but there was even . . . blubbering. Shameful, really.
But you know, in the end that doesn't solve anything but lifting the weight of sorrow and remorse. It doesn't fix the finances or any other of the plethora of necessities. You know how those get fixed? ME. I get to have all the oodles of that fun. And so I am. Despite being unable to get any amount of overtime done, what with all the appointments with advocates and attorneys and detectives, and the arraignments and the emotional hand-holding of Mr. T's family who are trying to come to terms with all this.
But I have contacted my mortgage broker, resolved some credit issues, listed the plasma TV on craigslist, and set up dates and times with Mr. T's sisters to come and retrieve his belongings. I have also thoughtfully weighed the options of subletting a room in our home to a stranger versus becoming a foster parent. I'm leaning towards fostering, thanks for asking. If all goes on a good timeline, I could be re-fied before my next house note is due, staving off the vulchers for at least another month while I draw out some of the equity for additional income, which is probably a more secure thing to do at this juncture than just lowering the payment a paltry quid or two.
So I guess it's all summed up in tidy, promising possibilities. Thank the little baby Jesus for that.
Oh, and a funny aside, as I was hosting the lovely soire of attys and dets, upon completion of the first 30-minute side of the audio cassette, the atty asked me, "Are you a writer? Your speech is very coherent, which indicates an organized mind."
Hehe. He said my brain was straight! Thank GOD. I thought I was just a basket case!
oh, and p.s. to Central Quirk, All Mad Here, and U Got Soul, thank you, darlings. I'm sending you gals mad love for your support, even though I'm too lazy right now to come visit for more personal appreciation. xoxo
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