Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Downs and Ups

This has been a rocky week. Lots of downs and ups. I'm doing OK but it's quite exhausting. Like running bleachers at the track by Southwest High School. I haven't done that in about 12 years, but I remember how it wore me out so I felt like I couldn't even move. That's kind of how I feel right now.

The roller coaster week in review:

Started Monday by taking Eduardo to the airport at 3:30am. He is in the Dominican Republic now and will be back in Minneapolis mid-February. Sort of an UP because I'm happy for him that he can be in his place for awhile. DOWN because I started the week with a profound lack of sleep.

Monday morning continued with divorce court. DOWN. No fighting; just having to put all of the pain on the record. It was way harder than I expected and I haven't been able to shake it off. I feel like a moron for letting it get to me so much, even though it all happened exactly how I knew it would.

After court, Brianna and another friend of ours and I went to lunch and had a bottle of wine. At 11 a.m. UP. Felt good to be surrounded by two good friends who make me laugh and who don't feel weird when I cry in public.

Mid-way through lunch found out that someone we expected to come to the Vikings game with us wouldn't be able to join us because of some unforeseen circumstances. Vague enough for you? You're welcome. Anyway, the point is, DOWN.

Shortly after lunch, realized that we now had two extra tickets to the Vikings game and that since it was my Divorce Day, I had free reign to figure out how we use them. Enter Pauly and Kara. UP. Oldest dear friend in the world and his awesome wife joining RAA and me at the first outdoor Vikings home game in our lives? UP!

About 4 p.m. we headed over to TCF stadium where the Vikings are playing since the collapse of the Metrodome roof. Waiting in line in an ice storm? DOWN. in my new long underwear, wind pants, and parka while sipping Kahlua and taking pictures with my law partners? UP.




Got into the stadium and had pretty good seats in the end zone. Pauly and Kara arrived just before kick off. Wonderful energy throughout the game. Spent the evening with good friends cheering for our stupid football team. Didn't even matter that they lost. UP.





After the game, I fell into bed about midnight. I'd been up for 21 hours. Got up at 6 a.m. for work. DOWN. I can't actually remember much of my day at work due partly to being tired and partly to being out of sorts. DOWN.

Celebrated Christmas with Mom and Roger last night. Enjoyed delicious food, wonderful company, and the Charlie Brown Christmas Special. UP. And a new feather bed for my bed. UP. Got home to being unable to get in our house through the carriage walk since the plows had plowed it in again , and the neighbor teen I pay to shovel had not shoveled. Had to lug Johan and his gifts around the block to be able to get into our house. DOWN.

As for today, hotmail account was hacked and "I" apparently sent dozens of people Viagra and hot steamy love emails. DOWN.

Tomorrow? Nothing that will prevent me from wearing jeans to work. UP. Hoping to get out of work early enough to get a pedicure before leaving Friday morning for Florida to embark on the Norwegian Sun for 7 days at sea and in Mexico, Belize, Guatemala, and Key West. UP, UP, UP. And all of this with some of my favorite people. UP.

I may not write again in 2010 since I'll be on a ship in the Gulf of Mexico. Here's to a new year with plenty of UP. And if there's more running of the bleachers at the track, here's to plenty of good friends to stretch out with afterward. Movin' on up in 2011.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

DADT

The Senate voted to repeal Don't Ask; Don't Tell today. I feel embarrassed to even capitalize the words and the "acronym" as I write this.

But, it's funny how civil rights legislation happens. You hope for it and demand it and vote for it, and then, when you're drinking wine with some fantastic women and not thinking about civil rights hardly at all, there it comes.

It's a little strange how I feel about this, because I really don't want Johan to be in the military in any way, shape or form for any reason, but at the same time I feel glad that if, for whatever reason he should choose that path, that he could choose it while also being whoever he is meant to be without shame or apologies.

I wonder what a woman similarly situated as I am was doing when the 1965 Voting Rights Act was passed. Was there a woman soon to be divorced who was raising a little boy? Was there a woman who wanted that little boy to grow up in a better world than the one she had known? Did she feel a shift in the universe that night? Will all of this matter?

Tonight, for whatever reason, I feel like my vote on that fateful night in November 2008 matters quite a lot.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Monsters

Me: Johan, how was your day?

Johan: Good. How was your day mommy?

Me: Well, not great. The judge is going to decide against my client and me in our court case.

Johan: What happened? Is the judge scary?

Me: No, the judge just didn't agree with us.

Johan: The judge is a little bit scary though, right?

Me: No, mommy's not scared. It's ok. Let's talk about your day.

Johan: The judge is scary, mommy. The judge is a monster.

Me: You're right.