News after the Blues in Packrat

Life has been going on without my commentary here because I’m busy or I don’t know what to say.

…We’re currently in a lawsuit. We won; the other side appealed; they won; we’re asking for a rehearing.

…A couple of years ago, one of our tribal leaders told our attorney S to his face that she hated him and when she got back in office (she had just been elected), he was out. He asked me why she hated him - he had had little contact with her - and I said that one never needed a reason.
When our leaders went over the draft brief in this case, she commented that he had done a good job. I told him so.
Last year he was recognized as one of the best lawyers in America; I put that in our paper. This week I found that he had been named so again for 2015, so I informed all the elected leaders (and again put it in the paper). Today she - the only one of them to respond - sent him an email congratulating him on his honor and wishing him a good day and good year. She thanked me for letting them know.
I called him and told him to check his email and then asked if he had flopped over, was he still standing, was he dizzy, is this one of the signs of the apocalypse?

…I told him I wanted a picture to put on a milk carton, searching for attorneys who care. That morning a fast food joint had given me sweet tea instead of the unsweet tea I asked for, so I told him I wanted to sue and I wanted one of the best lawyers in America to represent me. He joked that he’s just give me the money I lost, that he would give me three dollars to pay the cost and I’d have 81 cents left over to spend how I wanted. I said I wanted to sue; it’s the principle of the thing - my health was endangered because I’m diabetic. I said I felt it was racial - I’m sure they could feel my ethnicity. “You just don’t mess with TEA!!!” I cried out. “It’s the nectar of the gods!!!!”
“Eriu, I just.don’t.care,” he said, so I asked, “Can I sue my own attorney?” I cited emotional distress.

…A local restaurant has a pumpkin coffee cake for the holidays, and it’s delicious. I plan to get one for our family Thanksgiving and Christmas, and I thought I could send one to his office, too.

…Free Spirit will again be a free man. He separated from his wife; he moved back in with her; they were civil; they started arguing all the time; now she’s very bitter and making his life hell with legal problems; he said they’re separated again and this time he’s “done with that”. He still wants to move here. He’s always wanted that and admits she was a part of his “sowing his wild oats”; it likely would have ended had she not ended up pregnant. I’m sorry he has to go through all this, but he’s not going to be happy with her, and I don’t believe people should stay together for the children. I was such a child, my brother and I going out to the woods and praying that our parents would divorce. I was about eight years old then, and my parents didn’t divorce until I was 18, so ten years of hell and now neither of us are married at 49 and 51 nor are likely to be. Kids pick up on more than anyone thinks. I read an article that supports that, from another person whose parents stayed together for her sisters and her, and even though the fighting in front of them didn’t happen, there was tension, no family feeling, and then you find you’re why two people stayed miserable. Like mine, her parents were better friends after the divorce. I know I never had to choose between my parents for holidays; my dad spent them with us at our mother’s.

…Well, I’m late to a meeting! I forgot I was going to be talking to librarians today until they showed up!