Good Things

 Entry 1   6:00 p.m.

I am still in my pajamas. I haven't shaved in days. I barely move. The sun helps, and I am looking forward to the weekend. I have to mow the lawn, scoop poop, do laundry and various and sundry other things. The new treadmill will be delivered and assembled on Saturday, as well as the new television.  I am looking forward to this. Hopefully I can mount the smallest of the televisions in the garage on Saturday as well. 

I had my first meeting with the probate attorney. 3-5 k to handle probate.  425 an hour for the atty, 200 an hour for the paralegal.  FFS. I am in the wrong line of business. Frankly, I find such prices obscene, and would never charge such rates unless you happened to live in Broadmoor, Denny-Blaine or the likes. Then, I'd charge you double that.

We are going to California with an achin' in my heart, to look at schools with Abby. Occidental, Scripps and some Los Angeles art school whose name escapes me are on her list of schools in California. Given her intellect, grades, and drive, I suspect the world will be her oyster. Now, I have to figure out boarding the dogs. Our go-to person who I have known since 1985 hates me (thanks, Jenny), and I doubt will agree. I will ask, but I doubt it will happen. Anyone have any recommendations? I expect to be gone 7 days. maybe 8.

I am looking forward to California sun. I am looking forward to seeing old friends. I am looking forward to Disneyland the beach, my friends in Riverside. We won't miss it.  2 days, I suspect. April will be hot, but not oppressive. 

I am listening to my back catalogue of mp3s. It's like time-traveling. Music playing now, Bruce Hornsby covering Girl From North Country, I got that version from a compilation disc back when I was in my late 20s, when the air was still full of possibility. I suppose it could be again, but the time horizon and the accretion of everything that has left me jaded makes life feel much more bounded. I won't give in to that feeling just yet.

When I bought the disc with the Dylan cover, Jenny was either in her teacher certification program at the UW, or just off to NYC to go to Teachers' College. I worked in a group home for non-verbal adults, lived with Tracy, who had a developmental disability and for whom I cared, and was at the UW, trying my best to be an activist, working at The Center for Labor Studies, and keeping up any belief the world could be made a better place. That light is a dying ember today. I, who once hated the idea of individualism, believes the best I can do is to make change myself, unable to depend on the institutions I thought meant so much.

I feel like good things lie ahead, despite all.


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  1. Kathleen SullivanMarch 25, 2022 at 8:27 PM

    Like! Good things are ahead. I always had so much fun on all the college tours. And Disney really is the happiest place on earth, so you can't go wrong with that. I'm headed to Disney World in a week with my oldest. Have fun in the sun.

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