It might actually get up to 60 degrees here and it's sunny! Such a contrast to how cold (and snowy) it was a couple of weeks ago.
I burned my finger by pouring hot bacon grease over them...SWEET! STUPID! CARELESS! At least it is mostly my left hand (I am right handed)...I've really been into eating bacon, eggs, and toast for breakfast lately. Not the healthiest, but fuck it.
I've been reading "The Painted Drum" (Louise Erdrich) and it is amazing. I've always loved all her books. She is such a visual storyteller and her characters are so "real". Need to go back to the library after this and get more books. Trying not to spend money on things like books when there are tons in the library to read:)
Not drinking. Not even bothered by that. The real test will be going to Max's (our regular bar hang out) and seeing if it feels strange not to drink something besides water.
Got the ball rolling on seeing a Fertility Specialist (mostly because of my age)...waiting for paperwork, which Larry and I will fill out, then should be able to see Dr. Austin in 4-6 weeks (he is kinda booked up, that is ok, though...he is our only option unless we drive to Portland..fuck that!)
J is coming to visit. I haven't seen him for years. We'll go shopping for a birthday present for his mom and then maybe eat dinner at High Street or Papa's or wherever. I'm excited to hang out with him.
Trial probably not happening. Defense offered a pathetic plea bargain a little while back, it wasn't accepted. Now the Prosecution team wants to offer 40 years (brother and myself will be ok with that, not satisfied, but ok) but it might end up being only 30 (Defense will probably counter offer with that!)
I guess the likelihood of us getting what we want if it goes to trial (2nd degree murder) is really slim. There were no witnesses to the beating he gave her that ultimately killed her. Manslaughter is only 10 years and we didn't accept that plea bargain, but the prosecutor's have a sinking feeling that if it went to trial, the jury would come back with Manslaughter...that is only 10 fucking years.
The thought of not actually having to go to trial is pleasing. To not have to see his face. I've never actually met him before. I'd like to keep it that way!
Though we've already bought our tickets to Hawaii (and they are nonrefundable, we couldn't afford the refundable kind) and the trial probably isn't going to happen now we will still go over there in March and spread her ashes, and it will be more like a vacation instead, which is nice. Larry's never been to the Big Island and is dying to see it. It is beautiful, so I don't mind at all. Not one bit!
Gotta go....
