Wednesday 17 March 2004

In an almost natural progression, we go from spirits to ghosts... ghosts from my past, that is. Why is it now that things are starting to turn around for me I begin to be haunted? I must be sending out some odd sort of vibe that it must be okay for people to get in touch with me.

Over the weekend I received two phone calls. One was from Jackie, looking for an assist with a homework assignment for one of her history classes. It was just weird that she thought I would know a fact as obscure as the one she asked; I didn't have a clue what the answer was. It was as though she was coming up with an excuse to contact me. The other call was from Kari, who was kind enough to let me know the county D.A. where she lives is preparing a warrant for contempt of court because I haven't turned in some paperwork that was due three months ago. I guess I've just been keeping my head in the sand on that one, not terribly worried since I hadn't received anything through certified mail. (It's the only item on my December 26 checklist that I never finished.) The call lasted only a minute... she said Dawson is doing well and didn't mention at all her preposterous offer from November. Maybe my not talking to her in four months dropped the hint that I'm not interested.

On to better news. The rest of Catherine's visit was wonderful, as usual. She told me she wished she could stay an extra day, but I didn't even bother asking Debbie about it. Cathy finished a third page of her spelling homework (due Thursday) during commercials between Saturday morning cartoons. We had a nice breakfast and lunch together here, then we made our way to the mall a couple hours before Debbie was to pick her up. There we posed with a photographer for our first ever father-daughter pics. They turned out pretty nicely, I think.