Lord, give me patience and give it NOW!

[captainsblog]

Waiting for a 2:00 client to show. This, after close to an hour in one court at 9:30 (waiting through two protracted legal arguments- ours took about five minutes) and a good half hour wait round noon for a two-minute unopposed appearance.

I'm getting grumpier in my old age about sitting still with nothing to do. Or maybe now it's because of institutionalized impatience- voicemails, texts and emails pile up, and while I can discreetly look at them in the back of a courtroom, I can't really sit there and thumb away replies.

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Mild panic over Emily needing her birth certificate for the new job. It wasn't in the fireproof box with such things. Fortunately, she had it all along. I did come across some old letters from the early 60s from someone named Charlie (or possibly Bill), who must've been a relative of my paternal grandmother- with references to another (maybe?) relative named William Parison, who died in 1888 after serving in the military. I have a longtime never-met friend from AOL days who will be visiting the area this coming weekend (she grew up near Niagara Falls), and she's quite the genealogist, so maybe she can help me learn where these letters might lead.

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My standard 30 minutes of grace are almost up. Off to bank.

Comments

[warriorsavant.livejournal.com]

So you have to prove you were born to take that job?

I once had an USAF weenie insist that I couldn't get on a flight because I couldn't possibly be there (standing right in front of him). Logic (or at least persistence ) finally won out.