great news Ray. high 5 . . Smokey Mt Frank In a message dated 11/26/2012 12:33:35 P.M. Eastern Standard Time, rbuck@xxxxxxxxxxxx writes: There's something strange in the air. Weird things are happening. Check this out: On Friday a sleazy, druggie-looking guy knocked on my door and handed me an envelope. I recognized the handwriting. It was Gayle's. In the envelope were several documents. First, it appears that she went to the court and had the divorce completed....maybe. There's a Decree of Divorce that shows me as Petitioner and her as Respondent. She's signed it, as of 11/23. Not signed by an officer of the court. Next is the Amended Decree of Separate Maintenance, signature dated 4 May 2007. I don't see anything different from what my lawyer sent to her. Then there's an Entry of Appearance, Waiver of Formal Service [... ] and Consent to Judgement by Default, signed by Gayle and notarized as of, 11/23. Finally, (and most importantly) there's the paperwork for the Waiver of Spousal Consent for the IHC Pension, again, signed by Gayle and notarized as of, 11/23. I scanned these docs and emailed 'em to my lawyer. She said they look fine. I need to take 'em to her so she can complete the divorce action. This morning, I took the signed documents to the Retirement department of the company I used to work for. The lady I'd been talking with was actually there and looked things over. I had to sign in one more place. She told me that my retirement disbursement should be transferred to my credit union account between 12/7 and 12/10. I'm blown away. After 2 months of sheer hell, it all came together with no apparent reason behind it. Two days before the sleazeball showed up on my doorstep, Gayle had sent a nasty email to my lawyer stating that she was going to go to the court and fight every single item in the petition for divorce. Now since that petition is based on the decree of separate maintenance, and she was the petitioner for that case, I didn't see how she could contest every line item, especially when she was the one who had her lawyer draw it up. Maybe the clerk of the court told her in no uncertain terms that she just couldn't do that and that she'd already waived all claims to my pension. I dunno. But there was a 180 degree turnaround in her attitude between Tuesday and Friday of last week. Maybe it was the Tryptophan from a Thanksgiving dinner....although I've been told that her family has shut her out because of her druggie behavior over the last 6 years. All I can say is that it seems to be part of some wonderful Thanksgiving gifts. Like these: This is my grandson, Peter David Quincy....aka PDQ Buck. His parents are as sick as I am. Btw, I got a nice red red Camaro model to place in his crib. The pin Josephine's wearing is one I bought on the salt flats. It has an angel waving a checkered flag. I also bought one for her mother's mother...I gave it to her in September. She died of cancer about 10 days later, but she (the grandmother) did the same thing Josephine did. Immediately took it out of the box and put it on. They both needed a little help with it, but that's what angels are for, I suppose. r