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Making the best of it....
Apr. 14th, 2021 10:05 pmThe morning was full of life's little aggravations rather than victories this time round. I planned a Rochester day mainly on account of an actual eviction hearing brought against a client, transferred from a town court to the downtown SPECIAL COVID INTERVENTION PART. (Turn your sound down before clicking that.) I have no idea what qualified this case for such relative privilege, since landlord-tenant cases remain stayed by state regulation through the end of the month and by CDC guidelines even longer (not that it's stopping red states from ignoring those). Because of these uncertainties and my recent hatred of getting dressed up for anything anymore, I contacted my opposing counsel several times before today, without response. So, on with the tie, and on to the road bright and early today.... only to get an email in transit from the client- saying she'd heard it had been canceled again.
I thought about flipping a U-ie, just as I did a week before when we found out we'd been approved for Jack, but like that time I just kept going. I'd find other things to do, I figured.
And did:
- Settled the damn case, finally, the landlord essentially agreeing to something I'd proposed weeks before.
- Showed up in court anyway to confirm the postponement, which will allow me to bill my full fee for the wasted time.
- Confirmed all paperwork done and funds exchanged in the last case I showed up for down there, tie and all, and got kicked out of.
- Met another client and resolved a bill of mine going back to last fall.
- Had lunch in the office and got this photo of a co-worker's lunchbag:
I commented on Facebook that she wasn't likely to have anyone stealing her food. This led to the usual trip down the sewer of black humor:
Mel: Unless someone's having a craving for liver & onions or steak & kidney pie...
Me: Or a stack of pancreas.
Mel: I've not had (anything's) pancreas, oddly enough. Sheep heart/aorta is amazing when stir-fried with cumin.
Me: Tastes like chicken.
Robert: Are they having it with fava beans and a nice Chianti?
Me: Heavens no! We’re not into day drinking. Or Day eating.
Check, please!
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On a nicer note, the boys have achieved Snuggle:
Eleanor also got both of their microchips registered, so that's a good move. I had less success with trying to get a grooming gig for the dog. We've mostly been using the one at a nearby Petco, but I haven't been able to get them to return a phone call, and their online booking site says they have nothing until the second week of May. I even stopped in on my useless drive today, and nobody was in the studio. Next, I tried the fancier-schmancier place next to our Rochester office where I took her early in the pandemic when things there opened up sooner than things here did. Same deal; no response to call or text. Maybe THEY were just put off by the human remains.
Speaking of, I decided yesterday I've definitely lived here too long. I passed this humongous RV in a round-corner neighbor's driveway-
- and thought the branding was "Amigone."
For those who haven't seen the thousands of memes about it, Amigone is the name of the leading local chain of funeral homes:
That'd make one heckuva hearse, huh.
I thought about flipping a U-ie, just as I did a week before when we found out we'd been approved for Jack, but like that time I just kept going. I'd find other things to do, I figured.
And did:
- Settled the damn case, finally, the landlord essentially agreeing to something I'd proposed weeks before.
- Showed up in court anyway to confirm the postponement, which will allow me to bill my full fee for the wasted time.
- Confirmed all paperwork done and funds exchanged in the last case I showed up for down there, tie and all, and got kicked out of.
- Met another client and resolved a bill of mine going back to last fall.
- Had lunch in the office and got this photo of a co-worker's lunchbag:
I commented on Facebook that she wasn't likely to have anyone stealing her food. This led to the usual trip down the sewer of black humor:
Mel: Unless someone's having a craving for liver & onions or steak & kidney pie...
Me: Or a stack of pancreas.
Mel: I've not had (anything's) pancreas, oddly enough. Sheep heart/aorta is amazing when stir-fried with cumin.
Me: Tastes like chicken.
Robert: Are they having it with fava beans and a nice Chianti?
Me: Heavens no! We’re not into day drinking. Or Day eating.
Check, please!
----
On a nicer note, the boys have achieved Snuggle:
Eleanor also got both of their microchips registered, so that's a good move. I had less success with trying to get a grooming gig for the dog. We've mostly been using the one at a nearby Petco, but I haven't been able to get them to return a phone call, and their online booking site says they have nothing until the second week of May. I even stopped in on my useless drive today, and nobody was in the studio. Next, I tried the fancier-schmancier place next to our Rochester office where I took her early in the pandemic when things there opened up sooner than things here did. Same deal; no response to call or text. Maybe THEY were just put off by the human remains.
Speaking of, I decided yesterday I've definitely lived here too long. I passed this humongous RV in a round-corner neighbor's driveway-
- and thought the branding was "Amigone."
For those who haven't seen the thousands of memes about it, Amigone is the name of the leading local chain of funeral homes:
That'd make one heckuva hearse, huh.