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captainsblogLong workday for me today. It began with a hearing connected to a client's foreclosure suit, which took all of ten minutes with both my client (who came downtown from Amherst) and her father (who came in from Albany, a four-hour trip with good sailing) getting there before me despite me telling them ahead of time that it would probably result in Just Another Adjournment because the foreclosing bank didn't ask me for copies of some required documents until close to 2:00 yesterday afternoon.
Since I have a currently open default as a scofflaw in downtown Buffalo, I made sure to pay for plenty of parking time before meeting Client and Dad- more than enough, so when I left, there was still close to an hour on my pay-for-parking receipt. I checked the cars nearest my spot, found an older, beaterer Jeep that was just expired, and placed my unexpired receipt on his/her windshield. They may yet clip me for my indiscretion in August, but damned if I'm gonna let them clip some other defenseless soul by then:)
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After that, I went about a longish day of Rochester business, between my part-time office there and a client on the way home, but it was the news from home which made me just gush.
Three anniversaries ago, we began a tradition of overtipping when we went out for that night's dinner. The first year's recipient was grateful but relatively anonymous, but by 2010, social networking had evolved enough for me to befriend the Bullfeathers server who took care of us on that second occasion.
That waitress became a Facebook friend, and I watched and smiled as she moved to California to make a new life with her boyfriend, eventually her fiance, with a wedding scheduled for two weeks hence. They did nothing whatsoever to fish for wedding pressies, which meant that I especially needed to find one for them; one registry link later, I found a modest-priced electric skillet on their list, which seemed right because it echoed both Eleanor's love of things foodie as well as the fact that we'd met Sarabeth in a restaurant.
They duly posted their thanks, and that was totally all I'd ever have expected. What came today, though, was just as totally un.
The happy couple sent us their thank-you for the skillet, but also included $25 in cash in the envelope, as a tribute for our own just-passed 25th anniversary. It was a sweet and touching observance, and no doubt they knew that we never would have cashed a check if they'd sent it that way. We made it part of our own extended anniversary celebration in our own way ::hic::, and we thank Sarabeth and Tyler for once again intertwining with our lives and reminding us how wonderful love is, whether you're late 20s or mid-50s.
Since I have a currently open default as a scofflaw in downtown Buffalo, I made sure to pay for plenty of parking time before meeting Client and Dad- more than enough, so when I left, there was still close to an hour on my pay-for-parking receipt. I checked the cars nearest my spot, found an older, beaterer Jeep that was just expired, and placed my unexpired receipt on his/her windshield. They may yet clip me for my indiscretion in August, but damned if I'm gonna let them clip some other defenseless soul by then:)
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After that, I went about a longish day of Rochester business, between my part-time office there and a client on the way home, but it was the news from home which made me just gush.
Three anniversaries ago, we began a tradition of overtipping when we went out for that night's dinner. The first year's recipient was grateful but relatively anonymous, but by 2010, social networking had evolved enough for me to befriend the Bullfeathers server who took care of us on that second occasion.
That waitress became a Facebook friend, and I watched and smiled as she moved to California to make a new life with her boyfriend, eventually her fiance, with a wedding scheduled for two weeks hence. They did nothing whatsoever to fish for wedding pressies, which meant that I especially needed to find one for them; one registry link later, I found a modest-priced electric skillet on their list, which seemed right because it echoed both Eleanor's love of things foodie as well as the fact that we'd met Sarabeth in a restaurant.
They duly posted their thanks, and that was totally all I'd ever have expected. What came today, though, was just as totally un.
The happy couple sent us their thank-you for the skillet, but also included $25 in cash in the envelope, as a tribute for our own just-passed 25th anniversary. It was a sweet and touching observance, and no doubt they knew that we never would have cashed a check if they'd sent it that way. We made it part of our own extended anniversary celebration in our own way ::hic::, and we thank Sarabeth and Tyler for once again intertwining with our lives and reminding us how wonderful love is, whether you're late 20s or mid-50s.