#59from59 off to a good start....
Nov. 10th, 2018 03:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogAs of 3-something yesterday morning? Another year older. Paid a bunch of bills today, so not deeper in debt. Good wishes from family and many friends. The day itself, though? Dark and stormy.
Dark, because I was up at that exact moment of my birth. I couldn't get back to sleep after a 3 a.m. pee run and Zoey came in to purr in my face; by the time she scratched at the door to get out of the room, my alarm was dangerously close to going off (I had to be in Rochester by 8), so I just stayed up the whole time. That court appearance went fine, once the client showed up barely in time. While waiting, I also got to witness a rather despised local attorney committing malpractice, but I was probably one of only two people in the room who knew it; the other is the bankruptcy trustee conducting the hearing, who could've given him a simple practice tip but was under no obligation to do so to a "smiling dick." (On the other hand, everyone in the local bankruptcy bar now knows about the Buffalo attorney who was the cause of this decision. He's having surgery this weekend to seal the new hole in his ass which the judge ripped for him.)
Stormy, because we got our first snow yesterday. Not much here, and none today, but south of the city it's piling up in feet. It still made for sloppy driving and wet clothes as I trudged between outside appointments in three locations after court and then back to my office for two more. Fortunately, I managed to get home by animal feeding time, saving the two humans endless aggravation. Our snowplow stakes got delivered earlier this week, and I cleared a bunch of our front yard leaves when it was actually warm and sunny last weekend. The back yard still awaits its annual Dave Drop- the pin oak back there, named for Letterman for forgotten reasons, is the largest tree on the lot and it pretty much unleashes its entire crown in a ten-minute span on a random day unaffected by temperature or wind.
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The post-election craziness has been a mixture of entertaining and frightening. Entertaining, watching scared Republicans trying to gin up conspiracy theories about elections officials "stealing the vote" (by which they mean "preventing the officials from showing that the Republicans lost"). Everyone from the Cheeto to his Chief of Staff Lumpy Hannity to not-running Florida senator MARCO! RUBIO! has been screaming about election fraud. The state Department of Law Enforcement confirmed that it's found absolutely nothing to investigate, but do continue watching the screaming and howling as a preview of 2020 coming attractions. That same electorate also passed an amendment by a wide margin restoring voting rights to over a million Florida felons who'd completed their sentences, so I'm sure Rick Scott (almost a felon himself) and MARCO! know that future elections down there ain't gonna be nearly as close.
Frightening, because it took less than a day for the Cheeto to sack Jefferson Davis Beauregard Stonewall Lee Wallace Bull Connor Sessions and replace him with an even nuttier acting AG. One who, among other things, committed fraud on veterans and has stated that believing in Jesus should be a requirement to hold judicial office. Even Jesus thinks that's whacked. He's also threatening to withhold emergency funds from California for wildfire relief because it's too blue, and he couldn't even bring himself to set foot in a French military cemetery on the anniversary of the Armistice because, I don't know, anything connected with active duty must make his bone spurs hurt.
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We're due to see a friend in a musical tonight. I may go check out a new gym for cardio, since the one we belong to is closing next week. This, after they took over the location from a different franchise, spent months renovating it and endured more months of the landlord redoing the exterior of the entire plaza. Apparently they didn't want to pay the new and improved rent the landlord was looking for in exchange for all that. Eleanor's been to their closest alternative location, and she says it's nicer and better ventilated, but has a much older crowd with music to match. So let me tell you about my hoinia, as the old guys in the JCC sauna alway used to say.
I'm also damn proud of Eleanor. We had an electrical switch go out for our outdoor spotlights, which she'd replaced herself during the kitchen reno. She tried to fix it and instead got stymied, with an adjacent switch for an indoor fixture also going on the fritz. I called a client who does electrical work (including a few jobs here over the years), but the only day he could send someone from Rochester was one we both were unavailable. So this morning, she just got in there again, took a fresh look at the connections, and now they're both working again. So go you:)
Dark, because I was up at that exact moment of my birth. I couldn't get back to sleep after a 3 a.m. pee run and Zoey came in to purr in my face; by the time she scratched at the door to get out of the room, my alarm was dangerously close to going off (I had to be in Rochester by 8), so I just stayed up the whole time. That court appearance went fine, once the client showed up barely in time. While waiting, I also got to witness a rather despised local attorney committing malpractice, but I was probably one of only two people in the room who knew it; the other is the bankruptcy trustee conducting the hearing, who could've given him a simple practice tip but was under no obligation to do so to a "smiling dick." (On the other hand, everyone in the local bankruptcy bar now knows about the Buffalo attorney who was the cause of this decision. He's having surgery this weekend to seal the new hole in his ass which the judge ripped for him.)
Stormy, because we got our first snow yesterday. Not much here, and none today, but south of the city it's piling up in feet. It still made for sloppy driving and wet clothes as I trudged between outside appointments in three locations after court and then back to my office for two more. Fortunately, I managed to get home by animal feeding time, saving the two humans endless aggravation. Our snowplow stakes got delivered earlier this week, and I cleared a bunch of our front yard leaves when it was actually warm and sunny last weekend. The back yard still awaits its annual Dave Drop- the pin oak back there, named for Letterman for forgotten reasons, is the largest tree on the lot and it pretty much unleashes its entire crown in a ten-minute span on a random day unaffected by temperature or wind.
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The post-election craziness has been a mixture of entertaining and frightening. Entertaining, watching scared Republicans trying to gin up conspiracy theories about elections officials "stealing the vote" (by which they mean "preventing the officials from showing that the Republicans lost"). Everyone from the Cheeto to his Chief of Staff Lumpy Hannity to not-running Florida senator MARCO! RUBIO! has been screaming about election fraud. The state Department of Law Enforcement confirmed that it's found absolutely nothing to investigate, but do continue watching the screaming and howling as a preview of 2020 coming attractions. That same electorate also passed an amendment by a wide margin restoring voting rights to over a million Florida felons who'd completed their sentences, so I'm sure Rick Scott (almost a felon himself) and MARCO! know that future elections down there ain't gonna be nearly as close.
Frightening, because it took less than a day for the Cheeto to sack Jefferson Davis Beauregard Stonewall Lee Wallace Bull Connor Sessions and replace him with an even nuttier acting AG. One who, among other things, committed fraud on veterans and has stated that believing in Jesus should be a requirement to hold judicial office. Even Jesus thinks that's whacked. He's also threatening to withhold emergency funds from California for wildfire relief because it's too blue, and he couldn't even bring himself to set foot in a French military cemetery on the anniversary of the Armistice because, I don't know, anything connected with active duty must make his bone spurs hurt.
----
We're due to see a friend in a musical tonight. I may go check out a new gym for cardio, since the one we belong to is closing next week. This, after they took over the location from a different franchise, spent months renovating it and endured more months of the landlord redoing the exterior of the entire plaza. Apparently they didn't want to pay the new and improved rent the landlord was looking for in exchange for all that. Eleanor's been to their closest alternative location, and she says it's nicer and better ventilated, but has a much older crowd with music to match. So let me tell you about my hoinia, as the old guys in the JCC sauna alway used to say.
I'm also damn proud of Eleanor. We had an electrical switch go out for our outdoor spotlights, which she'd replaced herself during the kitchen reno. She tried to fix it and instead got stymied, with an adjacent switch for an indoor fixture also going on the fritz. I called a client who does electrical work (including a few jobs here over the years), but the only day he could send someone from Rochester was one we both were unavailable. So this morning, she just got in there again, took a fresh look at the connections, and now they're both working again. So go you:)