Another Day In Court

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This is a picture of my front door. I don't know why I was moved to take a picture of it, but I was. The door is steel and it was handmade by a guy named Ramon. This door created a kind of enclosed entry way into the house. Prior to its installation, it was just an entry way. The chief advantages of it are to provide a level of security and it also allow us to leave the actual front door to the house open in the cool fall and early spring evenings. The portion of the panels that appear solid are actually perforated by thousands of holes, which allow us to see out. When seen up close it has an almost screen door appearance. The door is nine feet tall and six and a half feet across.




This second picture is of a red bird of paradise plant that is growing across the street. It does not have the distinctive bird-like flowers of the tropical variety, but it is well-suited to our climate. This one is a bit out of hand for my taste. It needs to be cut back a bit. Most nurseries around here refer to this plant as the Mexican bird of paradise, but that is actually a separate variety.

Son Sneed and I just returned from another day in court. Whoever said the the wheels of justice turn slowly certainly had it pegged.
We had high hopes that today would be the day that the authorities came to their senses and realized the folly of prosecuting this case. We came away disappointed. We arrived in court at 8:45am and waited for about a half hour for things to get underway. When Son Sneed's attorney arrived, she took us aside and said that she was going to speak to the prosecutor's office about dropping the DUI case. Her thinkings is that they will reduce it to something less serious and the after a period of time in which Son Sneed avoids further legal complications and complies with his treatment plan, that charge will be dismissed. So it is back to court next month.

It was a slow day in mental health court, with very few defendants. A Marshall brought a young woman in jail garb, shackled hand and foot, to court. That has to be a bummer, being paraded into court in that way. Beyond the old homeless woman in the pick tennis skirt, there wasn't much to see.

On the way home from the courthouse I had an revelation. After nearly two months of retirement, it occurred to me that for the first time in years, I don't wish things were different. I have spent the last several years not wanting to go to my job and wishing I could figure out what I wanted to do. Thus far, retirement is all that I hoped it would be. I have a sense of satisfaction that is had to describe.

On a less satisfactory note, Lacey, our dog, has attacked and destroyed a cat claw vine on the patio. This is very disturbing behavior from what has been a perfect dog. The beating will commence shortly.

Tomorrow is my interview for the Master Gardner program at the University-County Extension Service. I have prepared a small album of my garden, although I am not sure that it will prove useful I am hoping for the best.

I also just finished watching Carl Sagan's Cosmos on DVD. It was sure interesting and still timely. That Sagan was a smart cookie. At the moment I am also halfway through watching the PBS series Evolution on DVD. I am waiting for my good friends at NetFlix to send the next DVD in the series. I really recommend both of these if you haven't seen them, particularly if you are among the fifty percent of Americans who doubt that evolution is real.










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