Not much

Salty has been getting to spend a lot of time with Salty Dog this week.  Scarlett has been quite successful at filling her days, plus a few nights, with things to do.  She tells me that is preferred over being at Tara where the "memories" are just too much.  

Fog Beach has an airshow this weekend and my house is in almost the perfect location for viewing.  There have been very few weekends when I've had (or felt like making) any definite plans, but for an airshow I'm there!

Have my weekly meeting with the Shah this evening, see it this one turns out better than last weeks.

So what is else is new around here?  Not all that much really, which is why this blog has been silent for the past 6 or so days.  Scarlett has been refreshingly easy to deal with for the past few weeks.  Not sure why that is but I'm told (not by her) that she is busy talking to God and making plans for a new love interest.  I know the dude in question probably has no clue about any of this but Scarlett is persistent if nothing else.

Truth be told I hope she isn't setting herself up for a fall and that all works out the way she'd like it to.  My greatest wish for her is to be happy, feel loved, appreciated, important in someone's life and to have a future that holds the promise of even more.  Do I gain something from that?  Yes, but that isn't the reason for my hope.  I truly want her to enjoy life and want to see her with someone who will enjoy it with her.

Along with that, Scarlett has been bringing up the idea of bifurcation in some of our conversations.  I find it a little ironic that with us on the path to divorce she is now very concerned about not doing "something" outside the bounds of matrimony.  I know of at least one instance during our marriage where she wasn't all that concerned.  That doesn't make me mad or angry though it does make me curious.  

Bifurcation, much like her desire for a smart phone prior, seems to her to hold the promise of each and every one of her problems being solved.  And her (not quite) incessant desire for this, experience has taught me, gives me pause.  Suffice to say, that I have learned over the years that when she wants something so bad she can almost taste it, I better be scanning the horizon for incoming messerschmitts.  Not that I am trying to drag this out any more than necessary.  I am however, unlike too many times in the past, going to do what makes the most sense for me.

Scarlett, and this is not really intended as an insult (I'm just done with that for the moment), and attention to detail have never really been the best of friends.  Do it first, agree to it first, buy it, spend it THEN ask questions.  Yeah.  I don't operate that way.  Never have.  Something else that always seemed to rub her the wrong way.  Killjoy.  Suck the fun out of everything.  Wet blanket.  Party pooper.

Guilty as charged. On all counts.  My defense?  Geez, I don't know.  Adulthood?  Responsibility?  Maturity?  Not being a teenager anymore?  Being able to practice the lost art of self-denial?  I know, I'm really one sick little puppy!

Missed an important call this past Sunday which I hope can be rectified this coming one.  Something I look forward to each week but circumstances conspired against it this time around.  Hope springs eternal as they say.