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Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Good News, Bad News

Good News:
The receptionist was back at work yesterday, after her day off on Tuesday. I got to spend most of the day at my own desk, where I transcribed three discovery summaries and entered 2.5 minor settlements into the system.

Good News:
Middlest called me right before I left the office, saying that her interview went well. She starts the new job on Monday.

Good News:
LittleBit called me at work and was happy for me that I now have my own extension, just like all the other grownups.

Bad News:
She had a piece of mail for me from the City of Arlington. I had allegedly been caught by one of their red-light cameras. [No, that doesn’t mean that I have changed my name to Aldonza.] She was also a little gloat-y that I had been caught doing something bad.

I was astounded, and a little bummed, for the rest of the work day; I really do drive like a grandmother. One of my attorneys told me that frequently those cameras photograph people who are making a legal right turn on red after a full stop.

Good News:
LittleBit was willing to drive over last night and bring me the ticket. She also asked me to make bread cheese pudding and said she would bring the new boyfriend. [I have not been allowed, for several years, to refer to them as the BoyDuJour. So I won’t.]

Bad News:
I really wasn’t in the mood to cook, and I had to buy the right kind of cheese.

Good News:
I had enough gas in the tank to get from the train station to the gas station [yay! for prayers] and then to the grocery store on the way home. I also had enough heels in the freezer to fill the pan, so I didn’t have to sacrifice any of the boule that is in the fridge.

Good News:
Dinner was ready less than five minutes after they walked in the door.

Good News:
Her new boyfriend seems nice. He has the same given name as one of my grandfathers, so I might be able to remember it. He is also a foodie, and he cooks.

Bad News:
We had so much fun visiting that we forgot to have LittleBit finish connecting my DVD and VHS players to the TV.

Good News:
Guess that means they will have to come back soon for another visit!

Bad News:
She wanted me to open the envelope before we ate, I guess for further gloating opportunities. I should have. It wasn’t my car; it was hers, on which I have signed over the title, but which she has not troubled to put in her own name.

Good News:
There is a form which I can download and get notarized, explaining all this to the lovely folks at the APD, and giving them her mailing address so she can deal with it.

Good News:
I am nearly done with the ribbing on both Mean Green Jellybeans.

And my visiting teacher is coming over tonight.

3 comments:

Bonnie said...

Ha ha! I'm glad you are still the same law abiding mother I have always known and loved. That's what LittleBit gets for getting all gloaty and self righteous! :)

Jenni said...

Because I am four I find it hilarious that she was ribbing you so hard and then it turned out to be her all along.

Sherry said...

This is just too good......What's the old saying about truth is better than fiction? And irony is the best thing of all (particularly when it's directed at someone else).

Where is middlest working now? We're on the hunt for a job for our middlest you know.....