Control

Yeah, yeah ... you haven't heard from me in nine days, yada, yada.

I've sort of had nothing to say. I've spent a lot of my time working. And sleeping. And trying to get a live, in-person appointment with my attorney.

"The wheels of justice turn slowly," they say; and I'm pretty sure it's because I'm paying by the hour.

They also say "You have a three-legged stool -- one leg is 'fast,' one is 'good,' one is 'cheap.' You can only keep two of the legs, so which one are you going to give up?"

Well crap, then I'll give up "cheap." I want fast and I want good the most. But somehow I'm pretty sure that "fast" is an imaginary leg anyway, and I really should be as focused as I am when practicing the standing, one-leg balancing series during Bikram yoga.

So there's that ... those legalities that cloud up every sort of forward-moving plan I have right now. And I'm fairly certain that this damn legal battle may cost me every damn dime I've worked for, so you know what else I've been doing?  SPENDING MONEY for FUN.

Like on my hair. And on my teeth -- damn right you read that correctly:  ON MY TEETH. Because somehow I'm certain that there's NO WAY anyone can take my teeth from me.

So see now? Now you're caught up.

My mother left the day after my birthday to drive to southwest Florida. This is good because since we missed our annual trip last year, when we went this year, she decided she, too, felt like SPENDING MONEY. Really, why the EFF not?

So to make up for last year, she's now made two trips to Florida this year and bought a place so that we can go as often as our schedules might allow in the future. I'm pretty sure she'll move there after my grandfather passes. And I like knowing I have a place to hide, out of state, six miles from the Gulf, if I feel like getting away.

She's on her way back to Texas now, and I'll be glad to see her. I've missed her, and I've missed her help; I'm not ashamed to say it. And I've been keeping her dog, so we've had three dogs in our house for the past nine days, which isn't horrible, but I'm ready for things to be back to normal.

I'm really ready for things to be back to a normal that I'll likely never see again.