It’s Finally Spring

It was a long, hard winter and I’m glad it’s over.

The only excuse for this entry is to play with the phone app version of Word Press.

Now that I have it, how do I post this? If you see this, you’ll know I figured it out.

Published in: on May 1, 2014 at 7:56 pm  Leave a Comment  

Musing about Facebook

I deleted my Facebook account. I didn’t really need it, didn’t like the interface, and generally got annoyed when I went there, so it was time for it to go.

I was musing about some of the “friends” with whom I could not reconnect if I restarted the account because those people were dead. Granted, those people were a good bit older than I am, but I’m no kid.

That got me to thinking about the evolution of FB long term. If it goes on long enough, someday it will be full of dead people. I wonder how they’re going to handle that.

Published in: on February 23, 2012 at 6:30 pm  Comments (1)  

What are the skills and attributes of a paralegal?

The first assignment in most paralegal programs seems to be for the student to meet with a working paralegal and ask some variation of this question. Here’s my answer. Students are welcome to use it.

Listens, watches and perceives what is meant, as well as what is said.

Has an inquiring mind–i.e., is a natural born snoop and eavesdropper and can read upside down.

Gathers information and stores it away like a magpie because it’s likely to come in handy at some point in the future.

Develops an intuitive sense of the law and is prepared to accept its contradictions.

Can diagram a whole paragraph as if it were a single sentence (which it may be) and can demonstrate the relationship and effect of the various clauses on one another.

Can converse in speech and in writing with anybody about anything, and cultivates a wide variety of connections.

Knows that “verbal” means words and can apply to written or oral communication.

Appreciates the significance of “verbal” and “non-verbal” because non-verbal actions can be significant as well–such as a handshake indicating a meeting of the minds in the matter of an oral contract.

Accepts that it’s better to appear stupid than to risk giving unlicensed legal advice.

Also understands that accurately communicating information between an attorney and a client does not constitute giving legal advice.

Understands that the words organize, organized, and organizing have less to do with a tidy desk than they do with ways of thinking and is able to operate within a variety of organizational systems.

Knows that the most important part of getting an answer is the proper framing of the question and continuously works to develop that skill.

Operates within a personal frame of legal ethics, being prepared to be persuaded of the propriety of a course of dealing, and being equally prepared to act, or refuse to act, in the face of impropriety.

When using a paper reference book, always checks the supplement.

Knows that careful adherence to all rights, protections and procedures under the law is vital for the protection of the individual rights of all citizens.

Wendy Kimbel, ACP, NCCP
Paralegal Assistance, Inc.
Mebane NC 27302

Published in: on August 24, 2010 at 10:30 am  Comments (1)  

K.C. Barked at Airplanes

A long time ago, there was a dog called K.C. who lived in a house in the place over which airplanes flew. K.C. noticed the airplanes, he barked at them, and they went away, so he taught all the other dogs to bark at them.

One of the dogs who learned it from K.C. was Ranger. Ranger came to live with me, along with his sister, Misty. (Misty just pretended to bark at airplanes; she was quite near-sighted). But Ranger barked at airplanes.

Then we ended up with Pippin, somebody else’s puppy. Pippin didn’t see all that well either, but his hearing was phenomenal. He learned to bark at airplanes.

Then the hound showed up. Now she could see. Lacey isn’t very bright on her own, but she was quick enough to copy the others, so she barked at the airplanes.

Then we moved, and we moved to a place where airplanes don’t fly over all that often.

A helicopter just went over. Lacey just taught Laddie to bark at airplanes.

K.C. passed at the very end of 1991. But we’re still barking at airplanes.

Published in: on April 12, 2010 at 9:27 pm  Comments (2)  

They Don’t Tell You About the Fingerprints

As the baby boomer generation is aging, we’re being told lots of things about the process. Menopause is no longer taboo; we’re educated about heart disease and osteoporosis; I know far more than I ever expected to know about prostates, given that I don’t have one.

There’s lots of information about the cumulative effects of sun exposure to our skin and to our eyes. In fact, there’s lots of information about the cumulative effects of just about everything.

What nobody talks about is fingerprints. They wear off! Really. Sure, they don’t go away completely, but have you noticed that the paper has gotten slipperier over the years? Does it seem as if tumblers need to be grasped more tightly? Do you catch yourself about to lick a finger to get traction?

I kept cleaning the trackball on my mouse because it didn’t seem to be rolling properly. The problem is not the trackball. It’s my thumb, which wants to slide over the surface instead of moving it. In fact, the prints are more worn on my right thumb than on my left.

Humph.

Published in: on April 6, 2010 at 10:20 pm  Leave a Comment  

Daylight Saving Time

I still don’t see how making it be late sooner gives me more time.

Published in: on March 14, 2010 at 10:33 am  Leave a Comment  

No Shoes Today!

Back in my younger days, I was a bit of an Imelda. I loved shoes. Because it was always a challenge to get something to fit my very long, very skinny feet, I never passed up a chance to look for shoes that fit and that I liked.

Some years ago, my feet got half a size longer and it got easier to find shoes that fit. That’s when it really took off. I never went for anything outlandish in shape or height, but conventional, pretty shoes? Oh yeah, I was all over that.

As I got older, I adapted my preferences, giving more of a care to comfort. Office fashion changed as well and suits with two and a half inch pumps were no longer the norm. I still remember, with more than a tinge of sadness, the day I finally admitted I was never going to wear those beautiful dark brown suede numbers again and let them go.

Life changed again and there were days when the only people who saw me in my office were my best friend and my husband. That’s when I cut loose. Instead of sneaking new fancy dress shoes into the house, it became the latest pair of Teva sandals. Then it became Teva flip flops.

I got spoiled and my feet got spoiled. As much as I love the several pair of dress boots that I rotated throughout this cold and snowy winter, my feet were ready to be free. Heck, I’d almost forgotten what my toes looked like.

Today was the day. The temperature was to be close to 70F. I went for a conservative pair of dress sandals to ease into it, but as the weather warms, “real” shoes will again be gathering dust as my feet and I get happy again.

Published in: on March 9, 2010 at 11:07 pm  Comments (2)  

Drat it, Dee

How dare you up and die without any prior notice to anyone? Okay, without prior notice to everyone, then. You were such a private person that, even if you were ill, you wouldn’t have said anything.

I hope you weren’t ill and that waking up dead was as much a surprise to you as to anyone. If that’s the case, good on ya–it’s the way to go. And even if it wasn’t that way, I can’t grudge you for getting out. You’d done your time.

Doesn’t make it any happier for those of us who are left, though.

In the next few days, I’ll be pulling down and copying your recipes that I use frequently. Other than the One Hour Yeast Rolls (and I can’t figure out how to do a link right now), I never copied your recipes because it was more fun to read the archives that went with them.

So, that’s it. Godspeed. I’m going to miss you.

Fie on elegance. If you want Dee Churchill’s one hour yeast rolls, got to the URL below and scroll to the bottom:

http://cbg-dee.blogspot.com/2007/11/talking-turkey-and-teachers.html

Published in: on February 1, 2010 at 6:41 pm  Comments (2)  

Somebody Cut a Fiber

Somebody cut a fiber (I presume that to mean fiber optic cable) somewhere between Dallas, Texas and Kansas City, Kansas/Missouri today. It resulted in a five hour DSL outage from Little Rock, Arkansas to at least as far east as Mebane, North Carolina. It made for an interesting workday.

Published in: on December 29, 2009 at 12:15 am  Leave a Comment  

A Little Slapstick

I don’t sleep late on the weekends anymore, at least not often.  The older I get the harder I find it to force myself to try to live in violation of my body’s natural rhythms.  Those are not of the early bird persuasion, so giving in just makes it that much harder to come back.

On Saturday I got up about the usual time, came downstairs and started on the coffee and breakfast routine.  Because I am a slow starter I’d already been at it for awhile when my husband appeared.

As he headed for the coffee pot, I decided it was about time for my third cup.  Since I am a creature of habit, I knew where I was in the routine.  At least I thought I did.

I picked up my cup and, just for fun, decided to have a good stretch.

And dumped half a cup of lukewarm coffee on my own head.

We laughed even longer than it took to clean up the mess.

Published in: on September 8, 2008 at 10:08 pm  Comments (1)