Well it has been a looooonnnnng day [so long that I messed up that previous post!]. Not much noteworthy to report, so just some quick bullet point type journal updates and a convo:
1. Saw WAW off for work this morning. "What's on your agenda?" she asked. I have a lunch, I told her. "Ooooohhh, a lunch." Clearly she assumed it was a date. It was a GAL, but not a gal, but I let her assume. Bit o' mystery won't hurt her. I didn't lie -- I DID have a lunch.
2. Later a.m. WAW called. A couple of administrative things. Then somehow transitioned into divorce talk. Initially a bit unsettling; she was all moto for the Big D (don't mean Dallas) again. *Bing*! Somehow she manages to bring my lunch into the conversation (bwah-hah-ha!).
3. Later that p.m. WAW e-mailed to inform me that she's serving me by mail tomorrow [now, now, no sympathy votes -- I knew it was coming -- it's all good], for which I thanked her for the heads-up.
4. Replied to WAW's e-mail asking when did she want to set up appointments with mediators? She replied asking why I seem to be in such a "rush" to "move the ball forward"? Re-replied that I'm not in a particular "rush" per se, but that seeing how she's expressed her feelings of being overwhelmed and not knowing which way the wind is blowing, I thought I might do what I could to help relieve some of those stressors.
5. Kid function at school tonight. We sat together, no problems, got along fine. I arrived early to grab seats and was checking the location of a fencing equipment supplier (need a new foil) and wasn't familiar with the town except by name. WAW arrived, sat down, saw me on the eye-phone. Asked her, Hey, where's Some Valley Suburb? She knew and then said, somewhat archly, "What, isn't that geographically desirable?" Huh? "Geographically desirable. I mean it's a lot closer than where you went to lunch." Again with the lunch! Clearly she thought I was planning another date! With whom, I have no idea.....
6. After kid function and kids to bed, WAW came downstairs. I'm on the sofa (right now actually) geeking on the laptop. Chit-chat-chit. Follow-up on the e-mail. I basically repeat my re-reply from earlier in the day verbatim.
WAW: "I'm only serving you because the court date is coming, and if I don't the court will call us in for me to explain why."
SP: Yeah, I get it, no worries -- I'm good.
WAW: "Once that's done, these things can, you know, languish forever."
SP: [Sticking the knife in, just a wee bit] I'm sure. But in our case we won't fiddly-fart around, will we? We need to get you situated. It's nearly 4 months. I can't keep dragging you down like this.
WAW: "True, I guess, but really I just want to get settled in my place. Just clear my head. Get these guys [kids] under control. And then..."
SP: "Then"...what?
WAW: "Then...I don't know, I mean, we talked about going to this weekend thing [ah, so now we've "talked" about Retrouvaille!]. Maybe we'll see other people. You're clearly there, what with your lunches and all" [again with the "lunch" meshugass! and now it's "lunches"! Ol' Bill's gonna laugh when I tell him we had a Man-Date today!]
SP: Of course, I mean -- that sort of goes without saying. I think my position on this is clear. By the same token [twisting the knife a skosh], you did ask me back in March to commit to being open to the possibility that you were right and that you're not the right one for me.
WAW [unconvinced]: "Yeah, I did. But still. Anyway, it's moot now."
SP: Maybe you ought to just consider some regular old, USDA choice, non-committal sex.
WAW [laughs]: "So far no one seems interested."
SP: Well I wouldn't say "no one" [winks].
WAW: "Hmmm. You know me; I can't just have sex. There's got to be a little something else there. I think that's why it got so out-of-hand with me thinking about Signore Shmuckatelli. If he'd been a stranger it never would have happened that way. But because I knew him I thought he was safe. Stupid. Now there's Former Boyfriend, and he's really being open to me, but that's not...that's like an old shoe. Nice. Comfortable. But just a nice, comfortable old shoe. Not like a spiky heel."
SP [smiling while doing that devilish one-eyebrow-up thing]: You know -- if it's spiky heels you're after you, ah, don't have to look far.
WAW laughed and went upstairs to work. I keyboarded this thing and set the coffee machine and hied myself (he wrote in the past tense though the event is in the future) to my own sleeping zone.
