That's my old wedding ring----the one I wore for over 17 years. And though my ring finger has remained empty for a year and a half now, my divorce is only now finally official in the courts of law. Yep, I'm officially divorced.
The notification came via cell phone one day last week when I topped a local hiking trail in the clear bright sun. Even in all of its potential glory, the news was a bit anticlimactic given all of the milestones I passed this year. Even so, it's official. It's over.
But not forgotten. No, I have many, many loose ends and complications to contend with. Even still. For you knitters out there, envision nearing the end of a very large knitted project with your very last ball of yarn---yarn that is a sold-out dye lot----only to find that the yarn is entangled in not only the vacuum cleaner but the garbage disposal, too. Yards and yards and yards of it. I'm now faced with either cutting my losses or ever so patiently, untangling the mess. Just another step in the incipient repercussions of divorce...

















