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Nor do I drive the trashy blue 80's car parked out in front of my yard that hasn't had legal plates since 2001. These are all the things I told the nice man carrying a pistol/taser/whatever in a holster on his leg and wearing a jacket that said "Fugitive Recovery Agent" when he knocked on my door last night. He seemed to believe me, a situation that was undoubtedly helped by the fact that a) the inside of my house doesn't look like a crack den and b) he seemed to be looking for someone of a different ethnic background. Once he recovered from the surprise of me opening the door, he verified the above and abruptly left. A short while later, I heard a woman out on the streets who seemed to be in a foul temper. Janice, I presume. I couldn't entirely tell if she were the goal of his search or simply a means to an end. The only bit of her conversation I could clearly make out was "fuck," repeated multiple times with a great deal of animation. Tonight I went to inform my landlords of the situation and suggest that they might wish to arrange to have the car removed if it was still there tomorrow, as there seemed to be no guarantee Janice would be getting to it any time soon.
Bizarre.
In other news, divorce proceedings will pick up on Monday. Tuesday's court session got postponed due to an unforseen flurry of paperwork. Twas quite the odd thing there, too. It'll all be done Monday, though.
In yet other news, my parents called me. It seems my dad has finally been approved for total disability pay per the VA. The money from his disability will now cover all their bills and give them enough to save up some, fix things when they break, and come visit their grandchildren. :) I'm so very happy. I haven't heard my dad sound that upbeat in years. His inability to work and provide for Mom just ate at his soul all these years, weighing on him worse than his injuries and ailments ever did. Financial setbacks ate away their retirement nest egg over the years. When my mom had to go to work, it just about killed him. But now he's taking care of things again, and I can tell a weight's been lifted for him. I haven't heard him that joyful since I told him he was going to be a granddad. I'm just so, so happy for him and Mom. If anyone deserves a spot of good luck, they do.
Bizarre.
In other news, divorce proceedings will pick up on Monday. Tuesday's court session got postponed due to an unforseen flurry of paperwork. Twas quite the odd thing there, too. It'll all be done Monday, though.
In yet other news, my parents called me. It seems my dad has finally been approved for total disability pay per the VA. The money from his disability will now cover all their bills and give them enough to save up some, fix things when they break, and come visit their grandchildren. :) I'm so very happy. I haven't heard my dad sound that upbeat in years. His inability to work and provide for Mom just ate at his soul all these years, weighing on him worse than his injuries and ailments ever did. Financial setbacks ate away their retirement nest egg over the years. When my mom had to go to work, it just about killed him. But now he's taking care of things again, and I can tell a weight's been lifted for him. I haven't heard him that joyful since I told him he was going to be a granddad. I'm just so, so happy for him and Mom. If anyone deserves a spot of good luck, they do.
