Hey Fourteen....
Apr. 17th, 2018 10:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogWell, not, strictly speaking. It was 14 years ago today that the blog of this name began on LiveJournal, back when it was a respectable American site with vibrant members, principled principles and a lot of hope for a new medium.
All that got fucked up, huh? I still cross-post these to there, where this will be my 5,886th attempt at defining a moment or seven in my life. But if the KGB shuts it down tomorrow and accuses me of LGBT immorality, Товарищ Путин может сам трахаться.
I say seven because it's been a week since last here. Lived a little, relaxed a little, won (I think) at least one, lost (definitely) at least one. New coworkers have landed in each of my offices- the one here is quite nice, while I've yet to meet the one in Penfield. She's the sister of one of the paralegals there, older than both of us, but she stopped practicing in another state to do both Mommy Things (raising her own kids, then taking care of their own mom in her final years) and was just short of New York's cutoff for "waiving in" without having to take a bar exam, so she's just doing real estate paralegal work.
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Wednesday was intense in the morning- as expected when I last wrote about it- but everything went fine. At least for my clients- the 9:00 got out early with no issues, and the 9:30 in another court wound up having a case against my clients dismissed with their counterclaim granted in full (showing up usually helps your case). I never did run into my former client on the first court's later calendar, but her trustee did call me, and she may be in a smidge of trouble over some non-disclosures which I did not have to disclose, they were so obvious. I ended my day listening to the Mets's tenth win in their first 11 games- a club record.
Thanks to some negotiational dancing, I did not have to show up anywhere for court on Thursday, and caught up on paperwork and general snarkiness. That got me to Friday morning, my tilt with one of the nation's biggest and most evil banks; I've yet to get my decision from that, but the law clerk's remarks give me hope. From that, I wandered across the street to find I'd lost the six-hour cluster from a few weeks prior, which the client still has to decide whether to take to the next level.
Usually, Saturday is my I-don't have-to-run-day, but we'd been terrorized with an OMGApocaplyse! weather forecast for Saturday night into Sunday- of a devastating ice storm the likes of which we hadn't seen since Rochester in March of 1991. So I did All The Things that morning and into the afternoon- getting in my workout, stocking sealed containers for our kitchen to combat moths that have bugged us since last fall, rescuing a lost cell phone I found outside my office and getting it back to its owner, taking Ebony for early-weekend walkies with some oddities spotted on the rail trail (the bark park still being closed for our extended winter)-
- and finally getting Eleanor out to see Death of Stalin, which she loved as much as I did two weekends before.
----
Sunday dawned with no loss of trees, or power, or much of anything, but we stayed close to home all the same, finishing films on the new video system and finishing a weekend of cleaning. The snow returned Monday for me to trudge through for some court filings and a late-morning hearing; and it continued, on and off, through various appointments today in the office and back to home and another workout. DEATH has claimed Night Court's Harry Anderson, former first lady Barbara Bush, and NPR legend Carl Kasell in the past 48 hours; through a quirk of cable programming, I've reacquired SNY through a tangent of a purchased online app, which is great except the Mets are a mere 1-1 (and losing the third game) since making this discovery. And tonight we began the Blu-ray of The Post, which is amazing and reminds us that the press is wayyy more than the "fake news" certain Cheetos have made it out to be.
----
Oh, and things happened in the family, but I need to begin my fifteenth year of reporting with something, so I'll hold on that.
All that got fucked up, huh? I still cross-post these to there, where this will be my 5,886th attempt at defining a moment or seven in my life. But if the KGB shuts it down tomorrow and accuses me of LGBT immorality, Товарищ Путин может сам трахаться.
I say seven because it's been a week since last here. Lived a little, relaxed a little, won (I think) at least one, lost (definitely) at least one. New coworkers have landed in each of my offices- the one here is quite nice, while I've yet to meet the one in Penfield. She's the sister of one of the paralegals there, older than both of us, but she stopped practicing in another state to do both Mommy Things (raising her own kids, then taking care of their own mom in her final years) and was just short of New York's cutoff for "waiving in" without having to take a bar exam, so she's just doing real estate paralegal work.
----
Wednesday was intense in the morning- as expected when I last wrote about it- but everything went fine. At least for my clients- the 9:00 got out early with no issues, and the 9:30 in another court wound up having a case against my clients dismissed with their counterclaim granted in full (showing up usually helps your case). I never did run into my former client on the first court's later calendar, but her trustee did call me, and she may be in a smidge of trouble over some non-disclosures which I did not have to disclose, they were so obvious. I ended my day listening to the Mets's tenth win in their first 11 games- a club record.
Thanks to some negotiational dancing, I did not have to show up anywhere for court on Thursday, and caught up on paperwork and general snarkiness. That got me to Friday morning, my tilt with one of the nation's biggest and most evil banks; I've yet to get my decision from that, but the law clerk's remarks give me hope. From that, I wandered across the street to find I'd lost the six-hour cluster from a few weeks prior, which the client still has to decide whether to take to the next level.
Usually, Saturday is my I-don't have-to-run-day, but we'd been terrorized with an OMGApocaplyse! weather forecast for Saturday night into Sunday- of a devastating ice storm the likes of which we hadn't seen since Rochester in March of 1991. So I did All The Things that morning and into the afternoon- getting in my workout, stocking sealed containers for our kitchen to combat moths that have bugged us since last fall, rescuing a lost cell phone I found outside my office and getting it back to its owner, taking Ebony for early-weekend walkies with some oddities spotted on the rail trail (the bark park still being closed for our extended winter)-
- and finally getting Eleanor out to see Death of Stalin, which she loved as much as I did two weekends before.
----
Sunday dawned with no loss of trees, or power, or much of anything, but we stayed close to home all the same, finishing films on the new video system and finishing a weekend of cleaning. The snow returned Monday for me to trudge through for some court filings and a late-morning hearing; and it continued, on and off, through various appointments today in the office and back to home and another workout. DEATH has claimed Night Court's Harry Anderson, former first lady Barbara Bush, and NPR legend Carl Kasell in the past 48 hours; through a quirk of cable programming, I've reacquired SNY through a tangent of a purchased online app, which is great except the Mets are a mere 1-1 (and losing the third game) since making this discovery. And tonight we began the Blu-ray of The Post, which is amazing and reminds us that the press is wayyy more than the "fake news" certain Cheetos have made it out to be.
----
Oh, and things happened in the family, but I need to begin my fifteenth year of reporting with something, so I'll hold on that.