Thursday 13 November 2003

It's 1:41am late Thursday/early Friday. I've had a day that's put my belly into flip-flops. First off, objective number two has been met: I have a phone. I even received four calls today. The third was my mom, letting me know about her day and what I may need from her house as she comes to visit tomorrow. The other three were from, of all people in the world, Kari.

The first call I took around 1:30pm. We talked for fifteen minutes... she wanted to know if we could come to some sort of agreement to keep things out of court. I told her I didn't know what would be a fair amount for child support under the circumstances, but she said that was up to the county... that she hadn't pursued child support at all, that since she was on county assistance it was their doing to recoup their payments to her. What she wanted to know was what kind of agreement to which we could come in regard to visitation. She said she wants me to be a part of Dawson's life after all.

I let her know I didn't have a car, but once a month seems a good place to start... that we could increase or decrease from there... but that I probably wouldn't be able to get out there for at least three months. (Even that was being optimistic.) I was taken aback slightly that she even asked how Cathy was doing.

I needed a breather after that one, so went for a walk to the library to scope out the newspapers. When I returned, there was a voicemail waiting for me... Kari's second call. She said she had some pictures of my son she'd like to send, and that if I ever decided to write him cards or letters that she'd save them for him and read them to him until he knows how. She also invited me to call back anytime, though after 10pm would be best (after Dawson was put to bed).

You know I've been going through what-if's lately. As I said, my belly was in flip-flops all day after that.

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