Interesting Days . . .

Interesting is a catch-all phrase isn't it? It could mean good, bad or neutral. Just something that sparks a thought, some degree of connection perhaps, to a degree, not necessarily a high degree.

My conflict of interest was worked around. I got the permission of the old client to work on the case. It's all good. I lost out on a week's worth of pay, but at least I am still there, potentially for a long, long time.

I had 2 hearings on the 10th. That is, one is still pending on the 10th. Regarding the other one, I withdrew from the case. I realized that I do not have the resources to effectively address litigation cases when the plaintiff does not have substantial $$ to pay up front. This guy did not. I could see me conducting depositions, owing a court reporter, and never getting paid by the guy. So, I asked him to find another attorney, and withdrew. He has a good case. Just no money to back it up.

I was then contacted by a temp service I signed up with, for an interview with a large firm in town. These jobs tend to last for as long as a person needs them to (though that has not been true in the last couple of years.) BUT OF COURSE, the interviews are being conducted on the 10th, at the same time the hearing is taking place. I have asked if there might be another time, but so far have not heard back. For now, I have the temp government job, and I am happy there, hoping it lasts for as long as I need it.

June 10th seems like it is a pivotal day. A friend's daughter is having surgery on the 11th and my friend is flying to her on the 10th. Another friend is on vacation, returning home on the 9th
. . . and dealing with reality (and whatever the days off have brought) on the 10th.

I have, in these past weeks, repaired my lawn mower, repaired my car (with help!), repaired the week wacker. I am uncertain why the Universe has decided I need to do more learning, this time in the home care area, but there ya go. I am learning.

My son tells me I am 'stalking' a house. Not my house, but a house 'up the street'. There is a small development area with houses in various states of compeletion. The economy tanked and the houses have sat for a year or so, empty, with little or no work being done. One was a shell for a long time, but it now at least has its outer skin. The house I love is off in a cul-de-sac. It is the only one there at the moment, though there is room for 2 or 3 more homes. The house looks complete from what I can see peeking in the windows. The yard is a muddy mess, but if someone buys it, that can be taken care of quickly. I dream of suddenly coming into money and purchasing that house. It looks as if there is a decent sized room at the front that could be a library/office.

I should say that I day-dream of buying the house. In my 'real dreams' I am looking at a run-down apartment with uneven floors, currently occupied by an old man and his cats. The apartment smells of cabbage.

I prefer my day-dreams.