Day One

Despite predictions to the contrary, my retirement kicked off in style.

I went to the nursery yesterday morning before it got too hot and picked up a couple of plants. The heat here has been oppressive, one-oh-eight yesterday and it is supposed to be hotter the next few day. The patio is holding up nicely though. the combination of shade and water make the difference.







What I know about myself is that I like doing repetitive tasks, so gardening is just the ticket. After the heat really set in I spent the day dusting the furniture and cleaning the grout lines in the kitchen tile floor.

Son Sneed and I are going to court this morning. I am hopeful that the City Attorney will drop his DUI ticket. This may be a case of having won the battle but lost the war, however. Son Sneed got a letter from the state asking him to provide his medical information so that they can determine his fitness to drive. Since he has driven without incident for 14 years, it is a shame that he is under scrutiny now. The A-hole cop that cited him is the cause of all of this turmoil, having unleashed this series of events. The stupid prick was not going to let his presumption that Son Sneed was intoxicated get in the way of the facts.

Do I seem a little frustrated?

I have made this point many times before, but the mentally ill have so many problems to cope with that they really don't need the system piling up on them. Poor Son Sneed is just so depressed about these circumstances and we worry about him constantly.

Update: We are back from mental health court and not much was accomplished. the public defender said she needed a continuance, so the judge said to come back on the 21st of August. It took all of 10 minutes.

We did get to see a true character though. This defendant was arrested for drinking in public. That is one of the semi-bogus raps that street people get nailed for. The defendant who is black correctly pointed out to the judge that white people drink on the street all the time.

The judge and the defendant went back and forth while the judge tried to get a plea from the defendant. First he said guilty, then not guilty. He took off on a tangent about public access TV and the quality of the tan on his lawyer. He told the judge that he was looking younger, and told a court worker that she wasn't.

Then he launched into a long rant about the quality of the public cemetery and his efforts to clean it up. He concluded with a complaint to the judge that you can get crack on the street anytime, but Walgreens closes early.

Periodically, he reminded the court that he was an artist.

In the end the judge found him guilty and suspended the fine.


Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky


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