I’ve been so bad about posting. I know. I think I put too much pressure on myself to say it all or be “interesting.” Story of my life. Next thing you know it has been a couple weeks and things that were relevant are now old news.

So this morning I went to court and had my name legally changed. Finally. Now begins the long and awesome process of informing every person and agency with whom I have any kind of relationship.

I always find going to court fascinating. It makes me wonder how I would have done with a career in law or government. Though today I did deal mostly with clerks, who sit behind windows and put rubber stamps on pieces of paper.

My court appointment was with about 15 other parties, most of whom were also doing name changes. One couple brought their infant daughter; they were apparently second-guessing her middle name. They much preferred Makenna Sky to Makenna Leigh. That tiny cute baby had no idea what she was in for. The father spent most of the court appearance out in the hall on his Blackberry.

This lady came in about a half hour late. Luckily for her the session was much-delayed due to no court reporter being present. So anyway she came in and sat right next to me. She had with her three gigantic, overstuffed bags. One bag was the size of a king-sized pillowcase and absolutely crammed with god-knows-what, clothes, papers, etc. She also had a totally full backpack. Finally she carried a medium-sized handbag, which was so stuffed with junk I don’t know how she found anything in there.

I think she was the most disorganized person in the world. Or, she just brought her laundry with her to court.

She gets in there 30 minutes late and the clerk says she needs to produce her paperwork. So she spent like ten minutes rifling through an incredible number of piles of paper and folders and so on from each of her overflowing pieces of luggage. Wow. I couldn’t help observing all of this in wonder. But she did finally get it together and find the form. Her name change proceeded normally, and she is now happily called Angelina Diane.

Anyway.

It is fall and I love this weather. It is my favorite. Both transitional seasons are my favorites, I think. But it never really gets cold enough here. You put on your hat and gloves in the morning but by noon they are usually quite unnecessary. Do I romanticize winter? Maybe we’ll find out when we get to Chicago someday. But I do still remember Olympia winters, and wearing long johns under my jeans because I had to, not because of “grunge.”

Game 3 is tonight. I watched Game 2 Sunday and am so glad I TiVo’d those final two innings. My guy Podsednik came through in the most unlikely way possible. So tonight I will watch and listen on the radio (Buck & McCarver are twats) and hope for another win for the good guys.