the honorable...??... presiding

so it turns out the court isn't to picky on who shows up for court...

i went in about fifteen minutes early to the court house to hopefully speak with someone on rather or not he had been brought over... with luck the courtroom had a kind deputy who was quite helpful, they had not brought him over, and was still in fact in the city jail (but I knew that one). So the deputy said I could just go up when his name was called to let the judge know. They actually called all of the officers cases to the front since there were only like twenty people in the courtroom. I went ahead and got in the back of the line and waited my turn. When I got to the front the i began explaining to the judge that he was still in the jail and the cop proceed to relay the charges though they wished to drop the failure to obey a traffic light due to charging him with a reckless driving, the judge then asked the officer what the other charge was which was driving without a license and proceeded to ask me if he had one, i replied he in fact did not, and that will be $800 plus cost. I guess it's the same as being tried in your absence?? But at least it's not being continued.

I wish I could say the same for my life.

Empty boxes

Lost... I'd say that's the best way to describe how I feel right now, a bit confused on what I should be doing with myself.

I tried to go see my boyfriend Saturday but I'm not on the list yet so I couldn't see him. After talking to a friend I was also informed that the jail does not distribute mail on the weekend. So it will probably be later today or tomorrow before he gets my letter with my phone number in it. So I don't know if he's expecting to have an attorney present with him today or not. My thoughts are it's really not a big deal. The idea behind the attorney was to keep him out of jail. By the time he's done with court he'll have served whatever time the judge gives him. He's supposed to have court today but I don't know if they'll actually take him over or not. I tried to call this morning to make sure they knew but I've decided most the people in the jail are a lost cause as far as being helpful or even competent at times.

I thought for a minute he had called this weekend, but turns out it was one of his friends. They were going to stop by but didn't know where I lived. We talked for a few minutes and the one part of the conversation that sticks with me was that he was sorry. He was the first (at least of his friends) to acknowledge that I wasn't in the best of places either.

So I spent most of the weekend watching the horrible local programming and attempting to clean. I got a lot of the wash finished. I still have like one or two loads left. Slowly but surely I'm getting through the boxes. I've yet to be able to embrace the minimalistic idea. I have five shoe box size containers full of candles. Some that I know are like seven or more years old. I did get rid of a few things, and few here could be defined as five to ten small items. But I'm trying. All the baby stuff did get but into the baby's room though. I have a lot of cleaning to do, but don't particularly enjoy being in the house alone. And when I get worn out or tired I'm not to sure what to do. Needless to say the default answer is call my mom and talk about what boxes I've gone through and how many are left.

Limbolistic

      The closet I've come to having a minimalistic approach on anything is to just not approach it. Whether that being packing, cleaning, or washing clothes. Right now the whole house looks like a tornado went through it,just don't tell my mom, and mom disregard last statement. She's coming down next Wednesday for Thanksgiving. She was here last month and the house was pretty clean except the second bedroom. I did work on the second bedroom but for only one day. Tonight I begin cleaning.
      Turns out I have the time to clean now. My Honduran boyfriend was in a car accident which led to charges by the city. In the process of trying to do the right thing, go to court, turn himself in for the warrant, ICE has decided to put a hold on him. The kind deputy in the city jail informed me he would be shipped to Washington, or New York and not even go to court. Thank you kind deputy for your misinformation. So now he waits for court before he's even to be given to ICE. So where we go from here I'm not really sure. The city jail now has a visitor list the inmate must fill out with the names of those he wishes to visit. With luck someone has helped him fill out these forms, and spelling of my name will not become an issue. So in the mean while I've set up a prepaid phone account and sent a letter with my phone number in it, hopefully which he'll get before court and he can tell me if I should go ahead and hire the attorney or not. So it's been a little rough, going home alone.
      All this happened yesterday, in the mean while I had a doctor's appointment in which the physicians assistant wanted me to return same day for a non stress test, which she stressed could not wait. First thing this morning I called they had me come in, and doctor says the lines were beautiful. Perhaps maybe I just don't feel her? Perhaps that's what I told you to start with, but far be it for me to make any judgment call, I cause I'm just the "host" (animal) so to speak. As well the cat yesterday knocked over a can of mineral spirits which spilled on top and possibly into the dryer, so I ran it on the fluff cycle and prayed it wouldn't catch fire. Then I ran it this morning on a normal cycle for a little while so as of yet it has not. Luckily.
      So that's my life as of right now, basically in limbo.