The End - I'm Free!

Last week the final judgement on my divorce trial was handed down. It gave me far more than I was asking for in negotiations. It was exceedingly fair.

The judge, a woman, saw through my wife's accusations, and applied impartial, if imperfect, NY law in resolving our dispute.

Rather than every other weekend, I now will be seeing my kids alternate weeks, the custody status shifting from primary (mother) to joint custody. This triggers child support payments from my ex wife, whose income is 3 times mine, to me.

An inheritance from my grandfather, which in negotiations was to be split, is now 100% mine. I am also to receive a lump sum payment from my ex, equalizing our retirement plans.

As the divorce final trial date neared, women began to crawl out of the wood work to flirt with me. I now have a new girlfriend, younger, prettier than my now bitter ex!

To get to court, I biked 6 miles in the rain from work to home before hopping in my car to complete the remaining 20 miles to the courthouse.

Seems appropriate, since biking and commuting are my stated themes for this blog.

The drivers were courteous that day....

Out in the Cold

It's been a harsh winter so far. I haven't been cycling so much. I get out when I can. Now that work is 6 miles away, I changed my standards for cycling to work. In a nutshell: the roads must likely be dry for the next 12 hours as I leave. Last time we had dry roads, it was 5 degrees fahrenheit! So I grew an ice beard over 6 miles of cycling. I enjoyed it.

 No real problems with motorists lately. Maybe this is due to large problems (see previous posts) afflicting me of late...

I do walk more. I did get catcalls from a group of teens near the high school. Not a problem.

Would be nice if the tobacco companies invented and sold only cigarettes whose butts would bounce back off the ground and into the car from which they were thrown.