Ditch Day

I love ditching. At my place of employement, we are extremely lucky to give a heads up that we want a day off without having to explain ourselves. We're given a ration of days to use for the whole year to cover the gamut of reasons.

I took today off because I received one of those disgusting grid-like listings in the mail that tells me I need to show up for court. Old life and good intentions vs The Bank for a foreclosure-like episode. I currently live in an apartment that I love. When I was married to Number Two, he couldn't stand how small my former apartment was and we needed room for all his music equipment so that we could try to make him happy. Wah. It took six months to buy this particular home, and when we did, he walked out of it 2 months after the first mortgage payment was made. How fast can you spell F**cked?

The divorce itself has been over since last September but his lawyer said that in the divorce language I needed to agree to go bankrupt if the house foreclosed. A rock and a hard place. Both embroidered with broken glass and barbed wire fences.

As of last Friday I was told to go this morning to court to let "them" know that there is a short sale that is pending. As far as I know, Number Two gets information and tells me nothing. I find out something small and then have to make a string of phone calls. But anyhoo, enough about him, this blog is not a forum to add his energy to.

So after wanting to blow the whole thing off and not show, I decided I should definitely go. I dressed Court Like (my Jester hat was a silly/sultry hybrid). The parking was all filled up and I had to park 2 streets away and walk. This is where my books come in handy. Since I can read and walk at the same time, I did. Something told me that I wanted to walk on the other side of the street, where I lived as a child and see what the neighborhood felt like but I didn't. The rational side took over and assessed all nerd-like that the courthouse would be easier to cross over to if I stayed on the current side.

As I was reading, it was like a be-be hit my lapel and bounced off, smacking the page of the book that I was on. It took my mind to register....did someone throw something at me? Did dirt somehow get splashed on me? What the hell.....? My worst fear....seriously - bird crap. AHHHH! I stopped in my tracks because when it comes to bird crap, I'm not versed in it. My mind had to compute what this meant. I started to walk back to my car when I realized that I had napkins in my purse. So I cleaned off the lapel as best as I could and looking at the book page, wasn't sure what to do. So I dragged it across the wet grass. The page is stained and was now sopping wet. I turned around and walked back toward the court house. Cleared security and went straight to the bathroom to scrub. I found out that I was also in the wrong court room (the paper was wrong - I didn't dyslex over the droppings) and found that and settled in. Until a guy asked me what my case was, and then proceeded to tell me that it was not going forward. Gah! Would it kill someone to contact me with this? So I am glad that I'm not sitting in a court room all day and have some free time.

I went to Borders for a bit to read my own books and get questions ready for this week's guest. I saw a beautiful girl there with a glass pot of brewed tea and a steaming cup beside her as she worked. Her skin was flawless. Or compared to mine it was. I have all this uneven tone and just by eating I can turn even better colors. Caffeine, gluten, dairy.....all bring my face to a nice funky pinkish/red on my cheeks. Beauty sells I tell you. When I left there I found myself in the mood for a nice cup of tea that wasn't caffeinated. So I stopped into the local healthfood store and found orange tea. It looks and sounds a lot more exotic than that but I've simplified it a bit here.

I just saw an email from my library telling me that the crapped on book is due. I'll be more than happy to bring it back after it dries.

I had a fabulous weekend with El...we celebrated the 13th anniversary of our first date. We went out all dately dressed for falafel & hummus. Then we trekked over to an outdoor seating arrangement where we could take in the night time and a martini. From there we drove to a park but my first selection was so advanced dark that I was too spooked. My second choice was a good one and I laid down a cloth for us to sit, lit a candle and pulled out a radio with a pre-made CD of songs to slow dance to. Not stupid songs. Not even modern songs actually....most of them were all old jazz standards. I handed him red & white ribbon to tie as high as he could to the tree and we turned it into a Maypole. Then we sat down for these awesome gluten free cupcakes from Babycakes in NYC. A very nice night indeed.

The frog you see up there comes from this story. At the party store where I picked up the ribbon, I saw this tiny little frog toy. I pulled it out when El, Humanling and I went hiking on Sunday. I busied him with a camera and then quickly put the frog on the ground and then exclaimed quietly for him to look at my find. This photo is the one he took of the frog that he thought existed. I warned him to be shhhhhh and don't scare it. HAHAHAHAHA!!! Poor El. Then I smacked my hand down on it forcefully and told him it was a fake. I now need an angel over my shoulder....he's got a lifetime to get me back. Who knows when....or where!!!