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"There will be rest some day in the future, since it is the Judge's opinion that after all this foofaraw not much else could happen co-incidentally. The snickering in the back of the courtroom will cease immediately."
Darn snickering will get you everytime.
TNI is ineptly named, since she showed up on this jurist's radar exactly 25 years after she exited it. TNI lives 5 miles from the mater, the sisters dig her immensely.
This is the dreaded Long Distance Relationship.
Negotiations proceed daily.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
She's not long.
The mater is weakening daily. The New Inamorata got to meet her, and received her blessing. They bonded very quickly. It was eerie, but not unexpected. They are both very compassionate people.
TNI was very unhappy, thinking that the mater will not get to be her mother-in-law and she will not be this woman's daughter-in-law. Although this is not in the current plans, TNI always thinks ahead to what could be. I think she doesn't care about the in-law part, it's the relationship she will miss having. TNI is smart that way.
I, being male, couldn't say anything other than "I know, honey."
Life doesn't suck, but often howls very loud in one's ears. Sometimes one cannot write, nor paint, nor sing, nor occaisionally raise one's head from the couch cushion for the sound of it.
It is still Life, and everyone has to listen to it. One raises one's head and sings along.
TNI was very unhappy, thinking that the mater will not get to be her mother-in-law and she will not be this woman's daughter-in-law. Although this is not in the current plans, TNI always thinks ahead to what could be. I think she doesn't care about the in-law part, it's the relationship she will miss having. TNI is smart that way.
I, being male, couldn't say anything other than "I know, honey."
Life doesn't suck, but often howls very loud in one's ears. Sometimes one cannot write, nor paint, nor sing, nor occaisionally raise one's head from the couch cushion for the sound of it.
It is still Life, and everyone has to listen to it. One raises one's head and sings along.
Seeking Satisfaction
The judge who recently lost his lawsuit against his drycleaners should be paid some money. Every PR rep in the country is smacking his or her head into the desk, saying, "Why can't I get that kind of sympathetic press for my client?"
The judge earned a PR fee, big-time.
It's interesting that the crux of the suit was over the sign in the cleaner's window- "Satisfaction Guaranteed".
You or I may see that as "satisfaction guaranteed or you don't have to pay, or we'll get a new pair of pants or the equivalent".
The judge appeared to have taken that phrase to mean what was established in the days of dueling- "satisfaction" meant "I will stab or shoot you through the heart".
As in those days there were incredibly talented, often wealthy, bully-boys running around looking for causes of offense. Think of them as frat-boys (or lacrosse players in a Southern university) with 3-foot razor blades. They all demanded "satisfaction" as well.
Since lawyers (from which we derive most of our judging fraternity) are well-skilled in the razor-like aspects of the law, many of us are targets for the bully-boy type. There aren't many, but they stick in the mind when you run into one- perhaps at a divorce proceeding? I digress.
I consider it a good thing that this Court is not overly trained in the legal arts, and a doubly good thing that particularly litigious jurist didn't get what he didn't deserve.
So decreed.
The judge earned a PR fee, big-time.
It's interesting that the crux of the suit was over the sign in the cleaner's window- "Satisfaction Guaranteed".
You or I may see that as "satisfaction guaranteed or you don't have to pay, or we'll get a new pair of pants or the equivalent".
The judge appeared to have taken that phrase to mean what was established in the days of dueling- "satisfaction" meant "I will stab or shoot you through the heart".
As in those days there were incredibly talented, often wealthy, bully-boys running around looking for causes of offense. Think of them as frat-boys (or lacrosse players in a Southern university) with 3-foot razor blades. They all demanded "satisfaction" as well.
Since lawyers (from which we derive most of our judging fraternity) are well-skilled in the razor-like aspects of the law, many of us are targets for the bully-boy type. There aren't many, but they stick in the mind when you run into one- perhaps at a divorce proceeding? I digress.
I consider it a good thing that this Court is not overly trained in the legal arts, and a doubly good thing that particularly litigious jurist didn't get what he didn't deserve.
So decreed.
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