Courtroom Kerfuffle


Today, Steve and I had to spend some times in small claims court, thanks to a former customer of his that has gone off the deep end two years after the job was done.  Anyway, I made a few observations while I sat in the back row of the courtroom as we waited for the judge to call the case.

kc courthouseI thought that we would only hear cases that involved small claims issues; one defendant, one plaintiff, no attorneys to muck it up, arguing over things like who side of the fence a tree fell on.  What we heard were cases for temporary restraining orders, evictions, mortgage issues, and a few attorneys–mucking it up.  For the most part it was average “joe’s” who wanted satisfaction and believed they would find it in the halls of justice.

The other preconceived image I had before walking into court was the notion that people, in general, actually understand what it means to be in a courtroom.   It’s not your living room, kitchen table, or a coffee shop;  where you can speak as loud as you like, show attitude to the officer stationed at the front of the room, keep your baseball hat on, or lounge in the back row as if you’re on your living room sofa.   I mean really, the number of young men in the room who didn’t even have the courtesy of pulling their pants up over their bums as they approached the bench!  Honestly, I was appalled by what I saw and heard.

judgeThe bright spot in the experience for me was the judge.  On the door outside courtroom 2-D was an associate judge’s name, but that is not who was introduced when “order in the court” was called. I looked up the judge’s name when we got home; I was surprised to find it was actually the Chief Judge of the District Court.   

My only other court room experience having been in family court when we were fighting for custody of our grandchildren, would not have led me to believe a judge would actually take the time to “educate” the people in front of her.  She was patient, clear in her words and her wish to understand any and all pieces of the puzzles that she was being asked to put together. Although our case was continued, due to the plaintiff not being ready; I want to thank the judge.  The care, consideration, and comprehensive approach she took with each case was truly admirable.  (I hope she’s there when we go back in two weeks!)

Object Lesson (Weekly Photo Challenge)


birdhouseI was intrigued by the subject of the Weekly Photo Challenge:  Object.  My husband and I, and our cats, enjoy having bird feeders and bird houses in our yard.  We try to keep track of the different feathered fancies that make a stop for something to eat or a bit of shelter.

This picture, taken on the grounds of a historic site in Vermont, reminds me of the peaceful places where beautiful birds bring joy to anyone who will stop and watch.

 

 

 

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Tests (and Measurements)


testsWhen I went to college I intended to become an elementary school teacher.  I honestly believed that I was going to graduate, get a teaching job back in my hometown, and retire happily having taught for 30 years as a beloved elementary school teacher.  As those of you who know or follow me, .  However, the lessons I learned in preparing to be a teacher went far beyond usefulness in the classroom.

Back in the day when I was training to mold young minds, I had to learn how to design my own tests; to find out if what I was trying to impart was actually getting through.  In a class called Educational Tests and Measurements, I picked up practical tools used to this day as I put together questionnaires, surveys or training session evaluations.  The teacher of the class was Dr. Judy Meloy. I liked her classes so much I took just about everything she taught.  She was even one of my advisors in graduate school.Dr. Meloy

In 2005 Dr. Meloy was awarded the Alumni Association’s Faculty of the Year honor.  I’m not at all surprised.  Compassionate, knowledgeable, committed–she’s a teachers, teacher.  Thanks, Dr. Meloy!!

Right (Write) Now


coco-on-canThe Daily Prompt: Write Here, Write Now.  (Since I’m not in the frame of mind to)Write a post entirely in the present tense (I’m going with the) Photographers, artists, poets: show us NOW

When I read this prompt the very first thing that came to mind, was this picture of my granddaughter, Coco.  I took it with my phone.  Pictures of her always bring a smile to my face, she gets today’s Thank You.  Love you, Coco!

 

 

 

 

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BFF’s, What Have They Done for You Lately?


Our Daily Prompt today:  BFF’s, What’s the most important lesson you’ve learned from the person you’re the closest to?bff

One BFF?  One lesson? I can’t imagine there being just one, or a most important one–there have been SO many!  If I have to narrow it down, though, the lessons are these:

  • Listen, listen, listen; and then, listen some more.
  • Family first, always.
  • To take care of older people with care, dignity, and compassion; you will be old someday and will hope for the same treatment.
  • You can recover from difficult decisions and go on to live the life you dreamed of.

smiling steveImportant lessons, clearly.  Finally, though, after 50 years of living on this planet, I think I may have learned the most important one: I can be myself and be completely accepted by one other person.  Who taught me this lesson you might wonder?  My current and likely future BFF, my husband. 

Thank you to all of the BFF’s who (taught me) teach us to be better people.

 

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Be a Good Girl and Do What the Doctor Says


Be a good patient and just do what the doctor tells you.  For some reason, I’ve always believed that the doctor knows best.  If the doc says to do something, I do it; the white coat and pretty diploma from the prestigious medical school, are indications that they know what they’re doing–at least more than I do.  This kind of thinking is not uncommon, I’m sure.

bannereventbrite2This month is Thyroid Disease Awareness Month.  Thyroid diseases or dysfunctions are one of the fastest growing medical issues in the US, and apparently worldwide, if you pay attention to any news reports over the last year.  I have not posted about thyroid stuff in several months and since there are only a few days left in the Awareness month, I thought it would be good to share something of my cancer journey.

fb findBack in September it was Thyroid Cancer awareness month and when I was surfing Facebook I found the Thyroid Cancer Survivors’ page, so I joined.  It’s been interesting; supportive and educational all at once.  Folks who post, for the most part, are survivors or are in various stages of diagnosis and treatment.  There are words of advice, support, even prayers asked for and answered, by the more than 3,400 members.  There is also an understanding of everyone who reads and posts that although we may share a diagnosis, we’re each very different.  When someone posts a tip that worked for their LID (low iodine diet) prep for RAI (radioactive iodine therapy), there is also someone who remembers to post the caution” What works for some will not work for others.”

One of my major light-bulb moments lately while reading the volumes of posts on the Facebook page, is that I’ve got to ask my doc more questions than he’s asking me.  I started a list of things I want to ask at my appointment in two weeks.  I don’t think I’ll become a difficult patient, but I’ve learned that as my own health advocate, I have to do more than just what the doctor orders. 

survivorIn March it will be three years since my thyroid cancer diagnosis; and in May, three years since my surgery (known on the webpage as TT – complete thyroidectomy).  My life in these few years has been a busy haze of working, grandchildren living with us, a lost business, bankruptcy, challenges at work; well, it’s been crazy.  Only since joining the Facebook page have I really been able to come to some understanding of the fact that I am a cancer survivor.   

Today’s thank you is for all the Survivors on the Facebook page for sharing their failures and successes on their journey.  It’s been so helpful to me.  Carry on survivors and fight the good fight!

Three’s Company


The cold (okay, bitter cold) we’ve been enjoying of late, reminds me of the year’s I lived in northern New England; and some days I actually miss it!

Bill and Judi

I may have mentioned before that I lived in New Hampshire for a few years. While I was there I spent about a year living with my brother Bill and sister-in-law Judi; oh, and two cats–Freep and Mouse. I was unemployed then and was able to cobble together some temporary jobs to make some money.  Student loans, car payments, rent, something had to give; and thanks to Bill and Judi, the fact that I couldn’t afford my rent anymore did not leave me homeless.

Their apartment was not huge, by any means, and was up on a second floor.  I don’t think it was ever intended to be a 2-bedroom place!  I had furniture, books, kitchen stuff, clothes; my life basically, from my 4-room apartment, that somehow needed to be either put in storage or incorporated into their place.  My sister-in-law moved her studio from one of the rooms into the living room to make room for a bed, dresser, and nightstand.  A corner closet was stuffed with my clothes, shoes, and other “must haves” not relegated to either basement or attic storage.  My living room furniture was a challenge–the loveseat made a very nice addition to the hallway in front of a window and a great place for Freep to lie in the sun!

Three adults, two cats, one bathroom, somehow we made it work.  Bill and Judi opened their home to me. They gave me a space that I could call my own and made me feel like I was more than just a visitor, it was my home, too.  When I was finally ready to move back out on my own (after we’d moved ALL of our things to another apartment), I think we all breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no way I could have made it through that crazy time in my life, as well as some others, without them.  Thank you, Bill and Judi.  Love you!