Last Sunday, in the spur of the moment,
my husband and I decided to drive to Houston. I grabbed a dress from
my closet, hung it in the car, and we left. I have two very
responsible, almost grown children at home. I had everything ready
for them for school the next day. They ride the school bus that stops
almost in front of my house. And, in case there was any emergency, my
brother lives only about a mile away. Even though it was dark most of
the way, it was a pleasant drive. There was a little road
construction in one place, much less than I had expected.
We drove to my ex-husband's ex-wife's
house. Sounds a little nuts, right? I'm ex-wife number two (divorced
1989), and she is ex-wife number three (divorced 2010). We've been
dealing with old issues in court in Alabama with this same man that
she is dealing with current issues in court in Texas. I have talked
with her on the phone a few times, and it was nice to finally meet
her in person.
We went to court with her Monday
morning, to be of assistance if needed. My ex-husband knows that I
hold a hand full of high trump cards, and I think he is physically
afraid of my huge husband. He folded, and signed off to all her
demands to prevent me from showing any of my cards in Texas. Then he
bolted from the courthouse as soon as he was allowed. I am a little
disappointed. I thought I would actually get to do more than just
knitting in court. But, that's okay. I like to knit. And, my Alabama
case has been domesticated in Texas.
My husband has some friends in North
Carolina that recently had twins. Maybe we should drive to visit
them, and I can do some knitting along the way.
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