Taking action...

So, I got tired of waiting.

I talked it over with Karen and she recommended that I call Joy's parents and urge them to get her moving on the divorce paperwork.

I hadn't talked to them for more than a year, since they helped her move out of our apartment. We always used to get along all right, even when I argued with her father over politics - he's been a pretty solid George W. Bush supporter, unlike me. But it's pretty humiliating having to call after what they'd been a party to last year.

Still, someone has to get the ball rolling and, as usual, it's me.

I tracked down her father's number in Palm Bay and called yesterday morning. When he answered, I said hello and asked how he was doing. Then I asked to talk to Joy. If she was there, I thought I would go ahead and ask her directly.

Turns out, she wasn't there. She had left without her folks knowing, which isn't a big surprise. She was always pretty good at quietly disappearing.

I left a message: It's been three weeks since I sent the information. Where's my FedEx package and my life?