Back from the lawyer

Being married is not the same as living common law.  I got quite a shock talking to the lawyer last night.  We don’t have community property – we exit with what we came in with – but we jointly own the house and our debts.  We’re pretty much done the separation agreement.  But 3 grand for a retainer?  Zow.

Booked the movers

As things stand, I should be moved in by about 9 pm on Tuesday the 1st.  I fired off an email to folks who might have any interest in knowing where I’ll be living, and will follow up with the non-email people later this week.

My next vacation days are in June, and I don’t think they’ll get here fast enough.  I wonder if the Muse will be kind and come for a visit.  Although I can never schedule her… occasionally she shows up in the summer but she’s more likely to show up in November and early spring.
I have also asked for a couple of days off this month and next as vacation days so I can be trained for Emergency Social Services (response to people who’ve been through disasters – in Burnaby that’s been two humongous apartment fires, in one case 80 people were out on the street and needed shelter).  I’ve been meaning to do it for ages, seeing as how I’m not doing any volunteer work and it is something that I’m interested in.

Hope everybody has a loverly day.

Weird dreams

Last night I dreamed that I was asked by Paul to accompany him to a restaurant somewhere in the States and it turned out we were at some shadowy political meeting. I tried to find out what was going on and was given bland commonplaces and no substance. Finally somebody said, “This group is called the Shift of Honor”. I mean, they looked like a nice enough bunch of middle class white people, although for some reason I got the strong impression that some of them were in disguise.

Then we moved to another table and somebody offered to buy me a shot, which involved not one but two chasers. You know me, it’s a merit badge to consume alcohol somebody else is paying for (bonus points if it’s work) so I downed the shot and BOY did I fall down the rabbit hole. Somebody who looks a lot like Michael Emerling (now known as Michael Cloud and a candidate and fundraiser for the Libertarians) sat across from me and made faces at me while I steadily lost control of my facial muscles and my consciousness. I could FEEL my face and body twitching, it was horrible. I’ve never had a bad drug reaction in a dream before, that’s just bizarre. I know exactly how to interpret this dream, and it’s quite amusing, even if I did touch my face to see if it was okay (well, okay as it ever gets…) when I woke up this morning.

No sign of Katie, although she was in my dreams last night too, taking off in disgust when Lexi and I were remonstrating with her about her boyfriend.

I also dreamed that a kid across the street got a high score in a video game, and he was so excited and happy that he ran through the front door of our house (which was sort of an amalgam of my folks old and new place) to scream and yell about it at Keith, and the reason the door was open was because Katie had just walked out and left it open.