|Yule be hearing from me
||[Dec. 22nd, 2003|09:24 pm]
My girls are arriving earlier than expected after all. John is dropping them off on Saturday, on his way to Indiana, rather than waiting for Monday when they were supposed to fly. He is on his way to his spinster aunt's house to handle her affairs, now that her mind is failing. John was the favorite of this "Auntie Mame" of theirs - she taught all the kids to ski, took them camping and boating and to Europe - and he is the only one she will trust with her disastrously chaotic finances. No one has any idea if she has $10 or a million. Instead of spending the kids' week with us up skiing in Stowe with his lovely wife, as previously planned, he will be slogging through years of paper, trying to track the money.
If there is one thing I can say for my ex, he always took his obligations seriously. He may have left his mother weeping in the bathroom as he made repairs and scolded for the things let go at the house, but he worked hard, fixed things, did his part. I feel bad for both of them. It was the first real vacation they were supposed to have since moving to Massachusetts.
But it's nice that I'll have the girls for a bit longer. Neither of them has the slightest idea what they want for Christmas. When I threatened to buy them nothing and just take them shopping at the post-Christmas sales, they both thought it was a grand idea. Now they will actually be here for the weekend after Christmas sales, and we can all enjoy spending my money - weehaw!
We managed to - stand back - hang a single, plain wreath over the fireplace. I fear that will suffice for Yule decor this year. I am starting the long slog through a thousand-plus pages of research so that I may begin the Law Review Note. (Bear with me; it will be a low-grade whine through January, but I will try to keep it at a minimum.) But my girls get to be here a few extra days, and that is a joy.