dear diary

 Want to hear something funny about Monday before the hearing on Tuesday this week? Because as you know, at present I only own flip-flops, shorts, t-shirts and a pair of khakis and jeans, I knew I needed shoes, pants, belt, shirt, jacket, and tie for court. I knew I was going to Goodwill or thrift stores with limited funds, and the Goodwill on Kanan, down the road from where the paint transfer happened—I walk in and the pants are right there, and then the jacket. And I was so pleased, I got them and walked out. Then I thought, wait, you didn’t look at the belts. Went back in, and at the back of the rack was the perfect belt: unused, perfect style and length. I got that, went back to car even happier and thought—what about shoes? The shoe part is tougher because last thing I wanted is a mismatch in gait and end up with blisters; plus, my feet are wide and long ago found out used shoes never work; but went back in and there was what ended up being the perfect pair of shoes, which I wore comfortably all day, and didn’t even take them off when I got back to my place, pacing back and forth wondering if I did OK, and if the judge would grant leave to amend.