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Life has seemed like a bit much, lately. On Friday my best work-friend TBC got a call that he'd been dreading -- the biological father of his second adopted daughter has decided to contest the adoption.* I don't think either of us got much work done after that. Yesterday we talked about it again at lunch, and he was pretty bleakly realistic about being able to afford only so much of a court battle and no more. We talked a lot about how to present it to his older daughter, who is two and a half and whose adoption has been finalized, if they have to give the baby to the father. I'm way out of my depth on the legal stuff and I don't know anything about parenting, but I did tell him to keep an eye on his marriage... the majority of couples don't survive the death of a child, and while this wouldn't be death it certainly has a similar feel to it in terms of a family member being gone forever. It's tough to watch a friend worrying about. On a slightly less serious note, the bio-father wants to name the little girl Alexander, so I guess Alexander is the latest name to be crossing the male-to-female divide.
And then, writing. I got together Monday night with a couple of girls from my old CCAE writing class, and we each brought a short-short to discuss. In a way I like the fact that I was able to hammer out a respectable short-short on Sunday just because I wanted to have something done before Monday (I know I couldn't have done that before taking the class), but in another way it was an annoying reminder that I'm still not the writer I want to be. These girls also make me feel sort of... old? rich? settled? not necessarily in a way that I'm comfortable with. ( Read more... )
My head is kind of fried because all I did yesterday is work for 11 hours and work out at the gym. Work is going well for me just now, but we just found out we're losing another fairly key player. When I eventually get around to leaving Colubrid I'll at least know someone at quite a few places. SIGH. :(
* Details that matter: the adoption isn't finalized. Also, the biological father didn't know he was a biological father at all until a couple of months ago, because the bio-mother wasn't on speaking terms with him and never told him about her pregnancy.
And then, writing. I got together Monday night with a couple of girls from my old CCAE writing class, and we each brought a short-short to discuss. In a way I like the fact that I was able to hammer out a respectable short-short on Sunday just because I wanted to have something done before Monday (I know I couldn't have done that before taking the class), but in another way it was an annoying reminder that I'm still not the writer I want to be. These girls also make me feel sort of... old? rich? settled? not necessarily in a way that I'm comfortable with. ( Read more... )
My head is kind of fried because all I did yesterday is work for 11 hours and work out at the gym. Work is going well for me just now, but we just found out we're losing another fairly key player. When I eventually get around to leaving Colubrid I'll at least know someone at quite a few places. SIGH. :(
* Details that matter: the adoption isn't finalized. Also, the biological father didn't know he was a biological father at all until a couple of months ago, because the bio-mother wasn't on speaking terms with him and never told him about her pregnancy.
