Mornin’ all! About 0830 as I start driveling. Been up since about 7. It’s a warm gray overcast day. Which is bland and boring, but lets me balconate to long after sunrise. So yaay for that much at least.
Just now the sun is a gently glowing area in a mostly featureless dome of light gray clouds. Which is a lot more sun than we had an hour ago. Now 80/27 on the way to 85/30 with little breeze while showers are expected somewhere for someone sometime. The current radar suggests most of SoFL will get at least a sprinkling sometime today and a few folks will get a good dousing. Summer standard.
Other than caffinatin’, balconatin’, and feedin’, the day has almost no obligations and no plans. Which means I oughta be out exploratin’ and recreatin’ like a mofo, but somehow a nap here sounds more inviting. Shame it’ll be a solo nap.
HL has done the last of her needed deeds to completely disentangle herself financially from me, and I now need to do my corresponding response action, which is the easy work of a few minutes online. Yaay for that.
Which leaves just one item in my divorce in-basket: perform the payoff of her car on which I hold the loan. Except … there’s always an except.
It appears her and my lawyer haven’t been talking quite enough. She and hers seem to want that payoff complete before they sign the final agreement. Me/mine wants the deal signed before we pay off. Catch-22.
The sticking point seems to be that the payoff, like any loan, is a moving target that changes (slightly) every day. We want the agreement in principal first and we’ll clean up the pennies next. They want it to the penny first before they agree to anything. The delta here is is an invisibly small fraction of the total, and is dwarfed by the unavoidable errors in other estimates for my (very) partial support for her for the next few months.
I hope that’s not the actual problem and instead the two attorneys have simply been talking past each other in an easily overcome oops. Or that papers that should have been sent across are simply sitting on a desk unnoticed.
In any case mine plans to yak with hers Monday to get to the bottom of this seeming impasse. Gaah!
In other male-female challenges, my pilot pal / traveling companion whose face you saw if you looked at my Panama pics has been slowly driving into a square corner with his GF of the last ~4 years. I’ve met her many times and think highly of her.
They enjoy each other’s company a lot, but their long-term goals for the relationship are, and always have been, irreconcilable. They both knew / know it, and they’ve talked about it off and on for a couple years, but neither has been willing to issue the ultimatum that forces the other to walk, nor to walk themselves. And yet the fuze burns shorter and shorter.
Due to external factors setting them on a near-term collision course, they’re probably going to crash into that corner here real soon. Like in the next 3-4 weeks. This was much the topic of our conversations together in Panamá. Which also means that however their scenario plays out, GF will believe I had some hand in the outcome, perhaps a baleful one.
Of course there are parallels with my life with HL, both going in and coming back out, and different parallels with my budding connection to BB. So besides the pathos of watching people I care about stumble into unhappiness and perhaps crisis, it’s a cautionary tale for me at the same time. Where and how do we find happiness later in life? Or any time for that matter, but later is different than we’d all been raised to think about so our default assumptions and even years of experience don’t always provide a good road map. Troubling to watch; much harder to live through. Sigh.
As to y’all …
Sari: good to hear of the various dog successes. The daycare outfit won’t know how many clients you’ve sent them unless you tell them.
{{{Shoe}}} ETA: reading down I see doggio said the same thing, but he’s right.
doggio: Just one more day … just one more day … I said that a lot over the years. Best of luck w today’s dose of heaving and vexing.
Ouch! Now’s the time to stock up on that stuff. While they’re all gone, it’s effectively on sale.
Swampy: It sounds like, as usual, you have the best day planned of any of us. May excess serenity be your chief complaint.
That is, and has always been, the story of so much of all our lives. Somehow we have the courage to soldier through another day of predictable misunderstandings and well-nursed grudges, but not the courage to clear them up and clear them out.
May it work out well for you.
Now a bit after 9am and tummy is making its dissatisfaction quite clear. Feed and shevel, or shevel and feed? On such weighty issues does my simple world turn.
Cheers all and happy weekend!! Or soon-to-be weekend in Doggio’s case!!
