Today I will probably go sign the petition for divorce submitted to my lawyer by my estranged wife’s lawyer. It has already been signed by her. The documents will then go through the court system where they will probably be processed by some clerk. We won’t know the exact moment we are no longer married, but the moment I sign the document today, both of us have taken all the action we will take for a divorce. So kind of, these are our last few hours married.
In a month or so, we’ll both get called to the courthouse to pick up our documents. Our own document of divorce.
I don’t feel like a divorce was necessary. I don’t think we had any big problems that couldn’t be easily remedied. I feel like I imagine I’d feel having a healthy arm and healthy leg removed just for the fun of it. I still love her and I will always love her.
I went to the optometrist yesterday because I needed new glasses. My old glasses were horrible and I complained about them constantly and took them back several times. I went back to my original optometrist who agreed they were screwed up. Below are the glasses I should get in a couple weeks. Sorry I didn’t smile for the picture, I just wanted to see what they looked like. At the time, I didn’t think I would be posting the picture.
Also yesterday I was told that I have cataracts starting up in my right eye and probably glaucoma in my left. I have to go see a specialist and probably undergo surgery. Eye surgery is my greatest nightmare. But on another level I don’t even care.
My wife wants to meet with me Wednesday, I assume she wants to discuss divorce. I am full of fear and nervous and sad. But for about 5 minutes I imagined she might say she wants to come back home and I was really happy for about those 5 minutes. Then I woke up and shook myself out of it.
Not sure if I should go to my friends funeral. It’s on Cayman Brac, about a 80 mile airplane ride.
I guess I’ll probably go. “Always go to your friends’s funerals, otherwise they won’t come to yours”, right? But I’m still not sure.
In other news, today is my last day of four vacation days. It was nice and relaxing but I didn’t get as much done around the house as I wanted. I didn’t dive because of the wind, and now it’s nice again. (another reason not to get on an airplane.)
MY Governor, Governor Bruce Dinwiddie, passed away day before yesterday. He was my favorite Governor of all the Governors that have been here since I have. I was working at Radio Cayman and I met him a several times. I always had interesting conversations with him the few times we spoke. We were both at Diego Garcia, a military island/atoll in the Indian Ocean. He knew me and said hi if he could when he saw me.
Once, in the sea at the Governors residence, I was telling a visitor “That’s the Governors house. The Governor lives right there, and no Governor ever goes to the beach or comes in the sea!” I heard a noise, or something made me turn around, and there was Governor Dinwiddie, up to his neck in the sea, wearing some goofy looking swim goggles. He was looking right at me and heard every word I said. I laughed and said “Hi Governor Dinwiddie!” He broke into his big toothy smile and I can’t remember what he said, but it was funny because everyone knew I stuck my foot deep in my own mouth.
He was young and I don’t think he died of natural causes, but I don’t have any more details. I hope he didn’t suffer and I send my condolences to his family and friends.