Sigrid was sweet, fun, goofy, curious; all the usual cat things. Silky and beautiful. By far the most beautiful cat I have ever known.
Today V and I had our final meeting with the mediator and reached agreement on our settlement.
Tonight I had dinner with some dear friends, who know both me and my soon-to-be-ex-wife well.
A kaddish for a damned fine yellow lab, with thanks to Dana and Dave for sharing her with the rest of us.
I’m feeling a little ragged tonight. I was up all night last night filling out divorce paperwork.
Still trying to adjust to a household in transition. I don’t have any horns out, so I play a “Kaddish” on piano.
After the move-out begins the renewal—or sweeping and mopping, at least.
Recently I’d been telling a friend how I liked that this household division was leaving my house much less full of stuff, how I wanted to have less stuff, and I heard myself saying that even my 7′ piano seemed negotiable. I was wrong about that.
Mira’s text acknowledges the sad house—a house sad with upheaval and division in the wake of my divorce.
A Jewish prayer performed on an instrument invented by the famously (perhaps conveniently) anti-Semitic megalomaniacal genius of an asshole Mr Richard Wagner.