Peeved in Packrat

I want to write, but I don’t want to say what’s happened. Still, it’s time to move on.
Lawsuit. We lost our bid for the Supreme Court to hear the case, so a bad decision stands. Frankly, I believe the SC has created racist law by that. We have exhausted all remedies in federal court. S said he had an idea, which he has not elaborated upon. The original attorney always had a plan B that S doesn’t think will work. Because in my heart I don’t feel we’re done, I’m still not saying anything much here, but do I feel that way because we’re truly not done or because I can’t let it go?
Mr. Smith and Sistah. We attended the dance where Mr. Smith was the head man dancer, which meant he couldn’t devote all his attention to us. He invited us to eat with him and his entourage after the dance, but we were both too tired; I had just come off a ten-hour drive from Iowa. I thought with the limited interaction Sistah wouldn’t find anything in his behavior to scrutinize, but I was wrong. She didn’t find anything to criticize in that night’s behavior so she went back to 2013!
…I’m trying to be understanding. She does this because she’s strongly attracted to him and she doesn’t want to be. She finds things to criticize to push away her feelings. She’s been with her SO for about 25 years, and it’s not a bad relationship; she said they’ve “plateaued”, but as long as I’ve known her (ten years) it seems that it’s been that way. She did admit to having had attraction to Mr. Smith when they first met. He knows it.
…On the flip side, he’s my friend, too - I’ve known him longer - and I get tired of having to defend him, especially when he’s done nothing wrong.
…Otherwise, we all had a good time. A fun activity, old friends, and time to catch up. Mr. Smith won cupcakes in the cake walk and gave them to us. Of course we had a good time! Right now I can’t dance because of my aunt’s death and we haven’t had her adoption ceremony yet, but I told Sistah that when dancing my body moves like the Bigfoot in the Patterson film.
Wunderkind. I now have a staff! One person, who basically dropped a program into my lap. I used to baby sit her; we’re family. Because of that we get along extremely well, and I never thought I’d say of anyone that “she reminds me of me”. She’s very intelligent and educated; she’ll say so numerous times. She seems to think she invented this program when it’s a branch off what we old schoolers established and we’ve been handling it, although not to the extent she does. She talks of “dumbing down” her explanations of the program. She overthinks and makes complicated the simple (boy, does that remind me of me). Sistah and I talked of being old school now and I commented, “I may be old school but I’m not brain dead.” Sistah has a new hire who is about the same age and with the same attitude, so we wonder, Were we like that at that age?
…I think I was to an extent, but I also think when she settles in she’ll settle down. I think as brilliant as she really is, she’s insecure. I just have to ride this out and curb it when necessary, because I also know she’s here because she’s passionate about our people. I even introduce her as my retirement plan. She’s on fire right now. She has good ideas and great excitement about everything, and I can still see in her the little girl in my care.
In Other News… I still feel good and alive!