Loud ticking sound.
This is a direct to paper letter. No p & p this time. It is already 10 PM and I am just starting to type.
The loud ticking sound you hear is the rapidly approaching deadline for my court filing. I still have no idea what the style of the motion in terms of how much information I am suppose to include. The good news is I did manage to get the rough outline of how I want to write it out. I only hope it gets the message across.
I got a short note with my July allowance from Mom and Dad today. They had actually mailed it last Wednesday, letting me know they were going to go to NYC on Friday. That makes three separate mailings from them in less then seven days. One of the letters asked me to send them visiting information as they were thinking of planning a visit sometime after Labor Day.
I did get a letter from
Annabel yesterday, three pages, one sided, handwritten, on rainbow hue paper. I sent her a response last night. I also got a third letter with blogs from Debbie. It was a great mail day. I also got the court papers from Mom and Dad.
I have to have the court papers in the mail box by July 6, 2005 and I am planning on having them done over the weekend. I will work most of tomorrow getting the draft done and may even get it finished in time for Thursday mail. Now that I have the rough draft, the tough part is done.
It is very frustrating reading what I have written and then see how the court basically ignores what I have argued and comes up with a completely different reason to deny my request. Well there is probably a book in this part of my journey also.
I met with Ms. Lemon (my counselor) yesterday and it took all of two minutes. She asked if I had any questions. I said no, signed my name on the bottom of a form, and went back out to walk.
I still managed 35 laps in the first hour, and then walked forty-four more from 10:00 to 11:00 AM. I got up this morning and did fifty laps in the one hour. I guess I am actually starting to see the benefits of the daily walking in terms of increased endurance.
I am way behind on my NY Times reading, although I did get one done today. It was actually June 14. Do you remember reading the article in the science section on the changing patterns of marriage? I thought of you while I read it. I did cut it out so you will be hearing more on that at a later time.
I need to confirm if my parents have been able to call about the typewriter. If they have and it is now a dead issue, I will order a new print wheel right away. They say I am only allowed to have one wheel. I am tempted to order the twelve characters to the inch wheel so I can fit twenty percent more letters per page.
I am currently reading The Day of the Jackal and have been spending time each day doing some book reading. It just seems that I now have more than twenty-four hours worth of stuff to do, and just like everyone else I cannot squeeze any additional minutes out of the day.
I spend my time reading, the crosswords suffer. I do the crosswords and the book reading grinds to a halt. I am thinking of adding an additional hour of walking on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays. More time chewed out of my day.
The thing I need to do is be sure I do a certain minimum amount of stuff a day. Even though the NYT comes in batches of two and three papers at a time, I really need to read one paper everyday. That is probably my biggest weak spot at this point. If I do not read one a day, before I know it I have two weeks of papers to read. And then I have to read two or three in a day just to catch up.
The one good thing seams to be I am actually reading more of the articles and cutting out fewer articles. I still have to go through all the clippings I do have and thin those way down.
I do not know if it just old age or a personal bad habit to ignore things that are troublesome, but I am going to start only putting one subject or request in a letter to Mom and Dad and be sure to follow up in a week if I do not get an answer. It is frustrating to get a letter from them, which asks if they are forgetting anything that I asked. That sounds like the old age thing; if I turn proactive and ask about something too much than I become a pain in the ass. You know what that is like.
Well it is count time, 9:45 PM, so off this letter goes hoping you are doing okay.
