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Luck of the Non-Irish....
Mar. 15th, 2019 09:29 pmIs mixed.
Hot off my "win" getting to buy Hamilton tickets, I headed into court Wednesday and had, overall, pretty good luck. Got both of my motions granted- one opposed, one sort-of agreed to- and even did okay with the two other matters I'd either forgotten about or assumed weren't even going to be heard. The client on the former showed up because his wife told him to, even though I'd told him he didn't have to. This is referred to as "answering to a higher authority," yo:
Yesterday was its own sort of lucky. My work commitments were none, zero, nada, gesphincto, so I took the morning to work from home and joined Eleanor at seeing the art show immediately prior to the one she's entering this weekend. That one's mostly traditional art pieces; the two she's prepared to submit one or both of are more fitting to the modern genre of the upcoming one.
That got us to today. I had an early appearance in Hamburg Town Court, or as certain crazy dictators refer to it as, "Hamberd." Client called Monday, sent the referral information by Tuesday, I sent it to the court posthaste, and checked yesterday to see if they required an appearance. No response, so I headed out this morning to the strange world of what we refer to round here as "The Southtowns."
Sure enough, my case was not on: they'd received my appearance and agreed to handle it all by mail. Which they sent to me, yesterday. Their postal service is obviously better than ours up here in northern climes. Yet it was worth the drive. For at the entrance of Town Hall, the Hamberder Town Fathers posted an inspirational invitation: in honor of Fair Housing Month, they are offering a free public screening of "Green Book."
::waits for that to sink in::
Too bad I missed going down there for International Women's Day. The marathon of both seasons of "Handmaid's Tale" would have been such fun.
I then took the obligatory drive along the lakeshore into downtown Buffalo for two things. One, to file a stipulation: check. Two: get tickets to tonight's Indigo Girls show, announced nine months ago and ignored by me for seven of them: uncheck. The venue's box office was closed, by phone and in-person arrival. I'd been checking SchmubHub for weeks, as the prices dropped from 100-plus per ticket into the reasonable 60s, but I held out for someone to offer something even closer to the 40-ish original price. Never happened: as of Thursday, the scalpers had struck back and gotten those final tickets back over 100. I love Amy and Emily, but not that much. So I will still Bucket List them, as I did with 10,000 Maniacs until the time and price were right.
We drop off the gallery submission(s) tomorrow morning, and find out either on St. Patrick's Day or That Next Monday. Stay tuned, and stay optimistic.
Hot off my "win" getting to buy Hamilton tickets, I headed into court Wednesday and had, overall, pretty good luck. Got both of my motions granted- one opposed, one sort-of agreed to- and even did okay with the two other matters I'd either forgotten about or assumed weren't even going to be heard. The client on the former showed up because his wife told him to, even though I'd told him he didn't have to. This is referred to as "answering to a higher authority," yo:
Yesterday was its own sort of lucky. My work commitments were none, zero, nada, gesphincto, so I took the morning to work from home and joined Eleanor at seeing the art show immediately prior to the one she's entering this weekend. That one's mostly traditional art pieces; the two she's prepared to submit one or both of are more fitting to the modern genre of the upcoming one.
That got us to today. I had an early appearance in Hamburg Town Court, or as certain crazy dictators refer to it as, "Hamberd." Client called Monday, sent the referral information by Tuesday, I sent it to the court posthaste, and checked yesterday to see if they required an appearance. No response, so I headed out this morning to the strange world of what we refer to round here as "The Southtowns."
Sure enough, my case was not on: they'd received my appearance and agreed to handle it all by mail. Which they sent to me, yesterday. Their postal service is obviously better than ours up here in northern climes. Yet it was worth the drive. For at the entrance of Town Hall, the Hamberder Town Fathers posted an inspirational invitation: in honor of Fair Housing Month, they are offering a free public screening of "Green Book."
::waits for that to sink in::
Too bad I missed going down there for International Women's Day. The marathon of both seasons of "Handmaid's Tale" would have been such fun.
I then took the obligatory drive along the lakeshore into downtown Buffalo for two things. One, to file a stipulation: check. Two: get tickets to tonight's Indigo Girls show, announced nine months ago and ignored by me for seven of them: uncheck. The venue's box office was closed, by phone and in-person arrival. I'd been checking SchmubHub for weeks, as the prices dropped from 100-plus per ticket into the reasonable 60s, but I held out for someone to offer something even closer to the 40-ish original price. Never happened: as of Thursday, the scalpers had struck back and gotten those final tickets back over 100. I love Amy and Emily, but not that much. So I will still Bucket List them, as I did with 10,000 Maniacs until the time and price were right.
We drop off the gallery submission(s) tomorrow morning, and find out either on St. Patrick's Day or That Next Monday. Stay tuned, and stay optimistic.