Thursday, July 27, 2006

Madge and Bitsy

Well, I'm back. The bar exam is over. I get the results in approximately six weeks. May God have mercy on the souls of the bar examiners.

Those of you have visited us at home are probably aware of the multiple retirement communities located nearby. Not exactly assisted living, but condos and apartments for older adults, many of whom own pets. Although not a pet owner myself, I have seen firsthand the positive effects of pet therapy on older adults, and I am a firm believer in the ability of companion animals to enhance the lives of their owners. Thus, it's not surprising that we often see owners and their pets walking around the neighborhood.

One woman, we'll call her Madge (I don't know her real name), uses a motorized chair to ambulate around the neighborhood. She's a tad bit overweight. And, as the owner of a small gray dog (we'll call it Bitsy), they often appear together outdoors, presumably for some fresh air and a potty break (for Bitsy, not Madge). Sometimes they go for "walks"...except, since Madge is on her chair, it looks like she's being towed by Bitsy and the leash. And it's really quite amusing.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Say what?

Sound currently blasting from the sun porch of our grandparent-aged neighbors:

Techno music. In Vietnamese.

Saturday, July 8, 2006


So, you'd think a bar exam topic like "Sales" would be something right up my alley, my being such a big fan of them and all.

You'd be wrong. Sales, as in the law of the sale of goods between buyers and sellers, is governed by Article 2 of the Uniform Commercial Code. It has nothing to do with "buy one, get one 50% off" or "75% off - one day only."

What a disappointment. If I read one more question about blue widgets and black widgets and perfect tender and merchants and "firm" offers (not as fun as it sounds), I will gnaw off my left arm.

Tuesday, July 4, 2006

God Bless America

Happy Independence Day, Reader(s)! How fortunate we are to live in the great United States of America.

Today was a simply lovely day - beautiful weather, lunch with dear friends J&E, a successful Space Shuttle launch, and a respite from that hell which is the bar exam.

This is the first Independence Day that C and I have celebrated in Lincoln, as we usually journey to GB for the festivities. Lincolnites are permitted to shoot firecrackers all day on July 3 and 4, and many of our neighbors have been practicing for the past couple weeks. During the day, activity was fairly light - a few boomers and nothing more. However, about 9:30 this evening, the night festivities kicked into high gear. Since we have a two-story home, we have an excellent view of the many at-home celebrations in the neighborhood and even around town. Additionally, we had a pretty good vantage point from which to observe the Seward, Nebraska, show (the community is approximately 20 miles away and touts itself as Nebraska's Fourth of July City!). Currently, many neighbors are still launching the sonic boomer types of fireworks (the kind that shake the whole house), and I foresee not getting to sleep until much later than hoped.

I am truly amazed at how many people are setting off night fireworks. I've never been much for firecrackers myself. As a child, I liked smoke bombs, Black Cats, the occasional snakes (which always looked like turds oozing from the box), and a Roman candle or two, but that's about it. I've never understood how perfectly rational human beings could spend hundreds (thousands?) of dollars for fireworks in order to have an hour's worth of fun blowing them up. I see it as lighting a stack of twenty dollar bills on fire.

Also, I can understand why Humane Society suggested locking your pets in the basement. At this point in the day, I think I'd be much happier locked in the basement as well.

Sunday, July 2, 2006

That "Outside" Smell

I just spent the past 15 minutes watering my potted flowers on the homestead. As you might expect, this activity involves filling the watering can at the hose and distributing the water among three pots and certain sites containing our Watering Made Easy sprinklers. This does not involve significant sweating or physical activity, and perhaps the greatest challenge is avoiding the neighbors. However, now that I'm inside, I stink. Campy, like outside. Not like line-dried sheets. But I was only out for 15 minutes. And now I stink.