Weekend Coffee Share – 10/23/21

Fall is my favorite time of year and Natalie, the host of Weekend Coffee Share, has some spectacular pictures of the fall landscape. While the leaves are changing here in South Central PA, they seem to be changing slowly. I am afraid the cold winds will knock the leaves down before we have time to admire them.

If we were having coffee, I would share that my fridge is bare this morning. I’ve run out of both oat milk and regular milk, so I can only offer some cold ice tea and water. I will be heading over to the grocery store soon but my list will be full of things my “new” doctor is recommending.

I mentioned in the past that I have scheduled a meeting with a local naturopath. Interestingly, she graduated high school with my husband’s oldest. Some (hubby) find it difficult to have faith in someone so young. I never understood that. She is an educated naturopath and a sweet and kind young lady. I am looking forward to working with her…I think.

I say “I think” because I’m going into the “detox” portion. Nothing too strenuous – just (for now) eating a lot of green leafy veggies and upping my water consumption – other than more water, I don’t know how I can increase my green leafies. I already eat so much kale and spinach, my insides must be green. I specifically asked…rather tearfully begged…for her NOT to take away my Starbucks. I think my addiction to Starbucks is not so much the flavored delicious hot coffee, but rather the routine/social activity of getting that hot coffee every morning and drinking it on my way to work or shopping. Once I am past a certain time of day, I no longer have a desire for it. It reminds me of my smoking days (way, way, back). When I quit, it was the change in my routine that *hurt*, not giving up nicotine. Anyway, she was non-committal as to the Starbucks. I, however, am very committed to trying this avenue for my health. I am steadily getting worse, not better, despite the medications and such. Since she deals mostly with nutritional changes, some homeopathy remedies and therapies, I feel confident she is exactly what I need. I am more than a bit concerned that this cascading failing body was brought on by my inability to deal with life on a mental level and I’m a bit worried about who is waiting on the other side.

If we were having some coffee together, I would share that work has been pretty much the same high pressure as always. I had to have one of those giddy laughs late yesterday. I literally have many, many projects that need attention – some are becoming near critical, which means, when I do get them done, I won’t have the time to be as focused as I should. I work for many different attorneys and each have their own irritating, albeit lovable, personalities. One, has a habit of promising not to wait until the last minute to “involve” me in one of his cases. That has been a promise he has yet to keep. So Thursday, he brings me into his office about 40 minutes before I am to leave for the day. We have a bad faith matter pending for hearing on Monday. He needed me to assemble an exhibit for the hearing (did I say on Monday?) breaking down the clients’ attorney fees into different sections. He needed notations on the exhibit indicating where the bad faith (on the part of the defendant company) began and our work to get it to compulsory mediation. I spent nearly three hours yesterday combing through the ledger of activities starting in the spring of 2019 through this month, totaling up sections, making notes, assembling the evidence. I have my beautiful spreadsheet, appropriately subtotaled and highlighted, with all corresponding invoices attached. I take my glorious exhibit into his office and hearing him say “Good news [name of client], we just got them to settle for $87K”. Seriously? I have always had a rule. When I do trial notebooks, the binder remains open until it is done. When I close those binder rings with a resounding CLICK, the judge damn well better see my notebook. While this was not in a notebook, I was pretty sure I wanted him to still go to court on Monday and give the judge my exhibit. But alas, his secretary called the court and struck the bad faith hearing. I shuffle back to my desk, stare at all the piles of stuff I COULD have been doing instead of 3 hours of exhibit work that now will simply see the round file.

I love my job Memes

Lastly, if we were having coffee, I would share that my husband and his youngest have finally made it to the mountains to hunt. I always hope for some venison, but for the last few years, he has not brought home a deer. If my SOMH gets a deer, he will usually split the meat between us and his mother’s family. I do not eat venison directly – I don’t like the gamey taste, but what my husband does not turn into deer bologna or jerky, we will use to mix with ground beef. That I can eat. I like how it stretches the ground beef out for a few more meals. It is still bow hunting season, so I don’t have as much faith in that as I do rifle season. Both boys are excellent marksmen, but I think they will both fall asleep in their tree stands feeding the flies and ticks for a few hours. At least that is the mental picture in my head.

Thanks for joining me and letting me get my week off my chest. I hope you are all doing well and looking forward to a relaxing and enjoyable weekend.

Published by SadiRose

Blogging gets the noise in my head out...at least for a little while. I use blogging to weed through all that noise and find the humor in each situation, even if it takes some time to find it. I am not selling anything, just sharing experiences as a mother, Amma, wife, paralegal, volunteer, Muslimah, sister, daughter, mother-in-law, woman.

3 thoughts on “Weekend Coffee Share – 10/23/21

  1. When I was approaching 30, I was at urgent care for some terrible shoulder pain. The doctor I saw looked very close to my age and I thought to myself “you know you’re getting older when the doctors are starting to look like you.” I also thought if I were to go to med school shortly after finishing undergrad, that would have been me too.

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