The bad thing about being at the gym at 6:00 a.m. on December 11? There are not many people there, but they are all die-hards. No chubby old ladies - well, at least not until I got there! In January, I will be high on the fitness curve at the gym, but not in mid-december.
This morning I got the report from some fairly expensive people search thing. I am desperately seeking my first husband so that I can get the marriage annulled in the Catholic Church. I have been looking for him for years. And documenting my efforts. And the Church keeps coming back to me saying I have to find him, so I start over again. This morning I got a report that I actually trust. It has only 2 addresses on it. One from 1992 to 1999, and one from 1999 to 2000. That's it. For the first time since I started this, I felt like I could see this man, who I have not seen or talked to since 1974, as an old and probably ruined man. Maybe he was married from 1992 to 1999 - the house is in a nice suburb, in a nice neighborhood. Then the next, and last, address is in Chicago. I think the man is dead because I absolutely cannot find him.
When I do a simple google search for me, I can find my home address, my phone number, my workplace, the homeowner's association (boo!) that I am on, most of the race results from my various races, a letter to the editor I recently sent, etc. When I had breakfast with a certain DK in Houston, he told me he was in charge of finding people for a high school reunion and told me he found everyone. I asked him how he did that, and he told me the exact steps I have taken. I don't know what else I can do. I think I have come against a dead end.
OK, I am now doing stream-of-consciousness.... sorry. I am all jazzed up from my good work out...
I am so grateful to be among the living today. A person who is easy to find. A person who is not hiding. That is a good thing.