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Day 1244: Road to Recovery, Reprise
Apr. 24th, 2016 11:34 pmFor the record, two trials in three weeks is pretty brutal. I spent all of last week feeling like I was running to catch up and failing the entire time.
There was last-minute drama over submitting closing arguments. Close of business, we told the judge. 5PM. So about an hour and a half before the deadline, Dad's lawyer says, 7PM? So I say fine. And then Mom's lawyer says, 9PM? And I say fine. Only Dad's lawyer says No, and then I say, Wait, is the judge okay with this?
No answer.
I file my stuff at 5PM, because I don't want to miss the deadline. Dad's lawyer gets his stuff in by his 7PM deadline. And Mom's lawyer? Gets her stuff in around 9PM. My closing? Stayed up till 2 AM writing it. Pretty streamlined. 7 pages, or thereabouts. Dad's closing? Around 30 pages, same as the opening. Mom's closing? Obviously cut and pasted from notes for the opening, fonts don't match, and random proper nouns are simply...not capitalized. Seriously. It looked like a teenager had typed it on her phone.
One of the girls at the office has been FB-stalking the attorney and said the reason she didn't work on the closing that weekend was because she was out partying. Figures.
But overall last week was chill. Not too heavy on court or meetings. Not a super lot of drama. One mom did make her kids cry in the hallway of court, and not in the good parent is holding boundaries type of making her kids cry. (This was after I'd interviewed the kids privately and one of them disclosed physical abuse and also they drew me pictures of their mother's drug paraphernalia.)
Dance class was great! Super excited to be learning new dances, with some cool new choreography and props (bells!). Started watching 11.22.63 with Cody, which has been pretty fun. I got to dink around in my new office, too - mini-fridge and microwave are up and running - and get some decent writing done (10,000 words and barely halfway done. Fail at brevity).
Cody and I went out for ice cream and have had increasingly serious talks about our grown-up future. Being a grown-up is way scarier than being a kid. Being grown-up means we can make big decisions, but those decisions have a much bigger consequence if we screw up. We're looking at graduation in about a year, and so our options are New York with the company sponsoring his research, taking a less prestigious job locally (decent benefits and hours and pay, but not much opportunity for advancement), cold-calling some places, or going somewhere fancy for a post-doc so Cody can become Professor Cody (his professor recommends this a lot and has been throwing around possible post-doc options like Harvard and Stanford and somewhere in Germany). It's all pretty nerve-wracking, but so far we've decided I should attempt to at least go to New York and see what it's like. As it turns out, Utah does have bar reciprocity with New York, but I don't have enough time practicing to take advantage of that, so I'd have to tackle the bar exam again. Urgh. At least if I passed the New York bar, anywhere in America we moved after that I'd have reciprocity for sure.
This weekend we spent hours in the wind and rain and cold installing a new dog fence for Dingo. Now he technically has more room in the yard but cannot go up to the fence. It hasn't stopped the barking, but now he can't scare people as much as before because he can't make leaps at the fence.
We went out to dinner with Kip a couple of times, which was fun. I think it has been good for Cody to have at least one brother close by for things like hanging out and talking and occasionally writing music. I think it's awesome that I can kick back with my laptop after a long day and listen to them write songs.
Cody is in Seattle for some training conference. I took him and his professor up to the airport. He doesn't get back till Thursday, but I also have training Wednesday and Thursday, so Kip will likely be left with the dogs while I am away. At least training isn't super far and is actually up north near where some of my friends are, so we can get together for dinner.
I am hoping this week is pretty chill. Here goes.
There was last-minute drama over submitting closing arguments. Close of business, we told the judge. 5PM. So about an hour and a half before the deadline, Dad's lawyer says, 7PM? So I say fine. And then Mom's lawyer says, 9PM? And I say fine. Only Dad's lawyer says No, and then I say, Wait, is the judge okay with this?
No answer.
I file my stuff at 5PM, because I don't want to miss the deadline. Dad's lawyer gets his stuff in by his 7PM deadline. And Mom's lawyer? Gets her stuff in around 9PM. My closing? Stayed up till 2 AM writing it. Pretty streamlined. 7 pages, or thereabouts. Dad's closing? Around 30 pages, same as the opening. Mom's closing? Obviously cut and pasted from notes for the opening, fonts don't match, and random proper nouns are simply...not capitalized. Seriously. It looked like a teenager had typed it on her phone.
One of the girls at the office has been FB-stalking the attorney and said the reason she didn't work on the closing that weekend was because she was out partying. Figures.
But overall last week was chill. Not too heavy on court or meetings. Not a super lot of drama. One mom did make her kids cry in the hallway of court, and not in the good parent is holding boundaries type of making her kids cry. (This was after I'd interviewed the kids privately and one of them disclosed physical abuse and also they drew me pictures of their mother's drug paraphernalia.)
Dance class was great! Super excited to be learning new dances, with some cool new choreography and props (bells!). Started watching 11.22.63 with Cody, which has been pretty fun. I got to dink around in my new office, too - mini-fridge and microwave are up and running - and get some decent writing done (10,000 words and barely halfway done. Fail at brevity).
Cody and I went out for ice cream and have had increasingly serious talks about our grown-up future. Being a grown-up is way scarier than being a kid. Being grown-up means we can make big decisions, but those decisions have a much bigger consequence if we screw up. We're looking at graduation in about a year, and so our options are New York with the company sponsoring his research, taking a less prestigious job locally (decent benefits and hours and pay, but not much opportunity for advancement), cold-calling some places, or going somewhere fancy for a post-doc so Cody can become Professor Cody (his professor recommends this a lot and has been throwing around possible post-doc options like Harvard and Stanford and somewhere in Germany). It's all pretty nerve-wracking, but so far we've decided I should attempt to at least go to New York and see what it's like. As it turns out, Utah does have bar reciprocity with New York, but I don't have enough time practicing to take advantage of that, so I'd have to tackle the bar exam again. Urgh. At least if I passed the New York bar, anywhere in America we moved after that I'd have reciprocity for sure.
This weekend we spent hours in the wind and rain and cold installing a new dog fence for Dingo. Now he technically has more room in the yard but cannot go up to the fence. It hasn't stopped the barking, but now he can't scare people as much as before because he can't make leaps at the fence.
We went out to dinner with Kip a couple of times, which was fun. I think it has been good for Cody to have at least one brother close by for things like hanging out and talking and occasionally writing music. I think it's awesome that I can kick back with my laptop after a long day and listen to them write songs.
Cody is in Seattle for some training conference. I took him and his professor up to the airport. He doesn't get back till Thursday, but I also have training Wednesday and Thursday, so Kip will likely be left with the dogs while I am away. At least training isn't super far and is actually up north near where some of my friends are, so we can get together for dinner.
I am hoping this week is pretty chill. Here goes.
