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captainsblogI posted rather early (for me, anyway) yesterday morning. I'd kept my work schedule free because the day was scheduled for Eleanor's second COVID vaccine, and reports from the peanut gallery indicated that it was the second which gave you the knockout punch. Turned out it never happened; the shot did but the punch didn't, and she was a bit tired, but that was likely as much a result of the fun and games of earlier in the week and her working the previous day. So my office day ended pretty much after mail and lunch came in, and my punching out resulted in Grimmy heading over to the time clock and taking the 1-9 shift in my absence.
First came the text and then call from a client, wife of the patient who I'd almost needed a Q-level security clearance to see in his hospital room three weeks before. Jim passed away the previous night. Many things are now up in the air, including her, fairly soon on a plane to California, since caring for him was about the only thing that bound her to this crazy area. She's a second wife, and the adult kids by the previously deceased wife have been doing everything they can to make her life miserable, both before and after the passing. It gets into areas of law and practicality I have no experience in or advice to offer. Well, other than take a chill pill, kids, and let the woman grieve until he's scattered.
On arrival at home, the mail had also come here, including the $425 bill from our vet for burying the cat. (Or rather, sending her home in a little wooden box with ashes we can pretend are hers.) While that seems high for a limited amount of diagnosis, a few minutes of IV setup and the aforementioned crackle-crackle-crackle, I've looked at the bright side: she skipped out on a vaccination she otherwise would have been charged for, and the little guy who passed in December did so at home, so we're close to breaking even on the evil old broad.
I ended my trivia season on a two-game losing streak but still wound up seventh out of 26th, thus sparing me the embarrassment of being promoted to a smarter bunch next time (a privilege reserved for the top four). After checking that out, I moved over to social media,... and there was the DEATH of a Facebook friend. We lived five houses away from where Joanne grew up, and I was closer to her sister Tracey who was my age, but I remembered her caring and kindness. Her obituary here made me smile a little amidst the sadness of the age and the cause. I sent my love to the family and friends who will miss her and continue her memory; Tracey got back to thank me for the kindness, which is so easy to convey at so little cost.
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Unless, that is, you're trying to offer food and water to voters in Georgia enduring hours in line to cast a ballot where options, hours and locations have just been severely cut.
I really had trouble getting my brain around how a legislature could find its way to criminalizing passing out food and water to voters waiting in lines created by suppressing polling locations and hours- an act of kindness literally endorsed by Jesus. (Matthew 25:35. You could look it up.) So I did some Google study, and here it is- right on an official state website. Here's how you do it. First, assign a scary sounding term to something that will rile up the base and help them justify what you're doing. Here, it's "line warming." (See also "ballot harvesting," "anchor babies," "Kung flu," "war is peace," "freedom is slavery," "ignorance is strength.") Then say that the act of kindness is exploiting a "loophole." Now that you've found a need, it's much easier to fill it. Or, in this case, stomp on it until the tired minority voters just give up and go home.
Finally, arrange to have Guv Kemp sign the bill surrounded by a gaggle of white guys under a painting of a plantation. That'll show those uppity Abramses.
I've seen a number of memes today suggesting that an Atlanta-based international beverage conglomerate, which already sells bottled water, could end this BS in an instant by sending a truck of the stuff to every polling place in the state and daring the Republicans to arrest a corporation, which they won't because (a) corporations are better than people and (b) they would leave the state. If they do that? I'll join hands with them and sing,
I'd like to give back voting rights
In perfect harmony,
And watch Kemp get flipped off by Coke
To keep that company,
That's the real thing
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DEATH took no holiday today, although the vet apparently did for Passover, so we have not retrieved the dead cat yet. I asked Eleanor to come in to help me witness will and health care documents for a new client who also works in retail and has trouble getting in during the week. Her husband just passed away in January and she thought it was a good time to get her own stuff in order. Then Eleanor heard from another recent widow she knew from the neighborhood and the store- she lost her husband to COVID a few months ago and Eleanor sent her a note asking if there was anything she could do to help. Well, turns out there is: he'd left behind a lot of business-suited clothing in good condition and she is not up to packing and hauling it, physically or emotionally. One option is Goodwill, assuming they'll let us back in after the unfortunate Fetish Ornament typo of last weekend, but we'd rather find a place that will just give the stuff to those most in need.
Assuming nobody makes that illegal. Never know when someone might put a new set of clothes on to vote:P
First came the text and then call from a client, wife of the patient who I'd almost needed a Q-level security clearance to see in his hospital room three weeks before. Jim passed away the previous night. Many things are now up in the air, including her, fairly soon on a plane to California, since caring for him was about the only thing that bound her to this crazy area. She's a second wife, and the adult kids by the previously deceased wife have been doing everything they can to make her life miserable, both before and after the passing. It gets into areas of law and practicality I have no experience in or advice to offer. Well, other than take a chill pill, kids, and let the woman grieve until he's scattered.
On arrival at home, the mail had also come here, including the $425 bill from our vet for burying the cat. (Or rather, sending her home in a little wooden box with ashes we can pretend are hers.) While that seems high for a limited amount of diagnosis, a few minutes of IV setup and the aforementioned crackle-crackle-crackle, I've looked at the bright side: she skipped out on a vaccination she otherwise would have been charged for, and the little guy who passed in December did so at home, so we're close to breaking even on the evil old broad.
I ended my trivia season on a two-game losing streak but still wound up seventh out of 26th, thus sparing me the embarrassment of being promoted to a smarter bunch next time (a privilege reserved for the top four). After checking that out, I moved over to social media,... and there was the DEATH of a Facebook friend. We lived five houses away from where Joanne grew up, and I was closer to her sister Tracey who was my age, but I remembered her caring and kindness. Her obituary here made me smile a little amidst the sadness of the age and the cause. I sent my love to the family and friends who will miss her and continue her memory; Tracey got back to thank me for the kindness, which is so easy to convey at so little cost.
----
Unless, that is, you're trying to offer food and water to voters in Georgia enduring hours in line to cast a ballot where options, hours and locations have just been severely cut.
I really had trouble getting my brain around how a legislature could find its way to criminalizing passing out food and water to voters waiting in lines created by suppressing polling locations and hours- an act of kindness literally endorsed by Jesus. (Matthew 25:35. You could look it up.) So I did some Google study, and here it is- right on an official state website. Here's how you do it. First, assign a scary sounding term to something that will rile up the base and help them justify what you're doing. Here, it's "line warming." (See also "ballot harvesting," "anchor babies," "Kung flu," "war is peace," "freedom is slavery," "ignorance is strength.") Then say that the act of kindness is exploiting a "loophole." Now that you've found a need, it's much easier to fill it. Or, in this case, stomp on it until the tired minority voters just give up and go home.
Finally, arrange to have Guv Kemp sign the bill surrounded by a gaggle of white guys under a painting of a plantation. That'll show those uppity Abramses.
I've seen a number of memes today suggesting that an Atlanta-based international beverage conglomerate, which already sells bottled water, could end this BS in an instant by sending a truck of the stuff to every polling place in the state and daring the Republicans to arrest a corporation, which they won't because (a) corporations are better than people and (b) they would leave the state. If they do that? I'll join hands with them and sing,
I'd like to give back voting rights
In perfect harmony,
And watch Kemp get flipped off by Coke
To keep that company,
That's the real thing
----
DEATH took no holiday today, although the vet apparently did for Passover, so we have not retrieved the dead cat yet. I asked Eleanor to come in to help me witness will and health care documents for a new client who also works in retail and has trouble getting in during the week. Her husband just passed away in January and she thought it was a good time to get her own stuff in order. Then Eleanor heard from another recent widow she knew from the neighborhood and the store- she lost her husband to COVID a few months ago and Eleanor sent her a note asking if there was anything she could do to help. Well, turns out there is: he'd left behind a lot of business-suited clothing in good condition and she is not up to packing and hauling it, physically or emotionally. One option is Goodwill, assuming they'll let us back in after the unfortunate Fetish Ornament typo of last weekend, but we'd rather find a place that will just give the stuff to those most in need.
Assuming nobody makes that illegal. Never know when someone might put a new set of clothes on to vote:P