This diary has very little, on the surface, to do with the big national issues of the day. Rather, it is closer to a diary, in the real, hide-it-under-the-pillow sort of way as opposed the blogging sort of way predominant on this website. But, I thought I'd give it a shot. If you'se thinks I should delete it for being not the sort of thing welcome here, I certainly will.
That said, here goes:
Some background: 3 years ago, my ex moved with my daughter to live with her parents, some 100 miles away. I stayed put, partly because I wanted to maintain some stability for my kid, partly because I wanted to be in a more central location for my job, but mostly because I like it here in Montpelier, VT. Nevertheless, I did try to move closer a couple summers ago, an unmitigated failure (turns out that every weekend Nora was with me, she wanted to go to Montpelier to see her old friends and stomping grounds). Anyway, I've been driving the the distance, with very few exceptions, every Wednesday evening to hang with her, and then alternating Fridays to bring her up to my place for the weekend. You know, neither rain, nor snow, nor dark of night shall stay this father from his appointed rounds. It takes one heck of a lot to keep me from my daughter. Heck, just ask my ex, she knows better than anyone.
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