I blog. Let's talk about today, shall we? I woke, bright and early to the promise of a new day filled kicks and giggles. You see, I had promised my Tawny that I would accompany her to her appointed day in court - strictly in the interest of justice (less strictly in my own selfish interest... I was kinda hoping for some gruesome mishap brought on by the questionable ethics of the long arm of the law). Without going into too much detail, it turns out I might be rooming with a criminal - a real life, hardened con, convict, criminaloid, crook, culprit, delinquent, desperado, evildoer, felon, fugitive, gangster, hoodlum, jailbird, malefactor, miscreant, mobster, outlaw, thug, wrongdoer - in my very house! Of course, justice being blind and all, I suppose we can presume her innocence until the matter is settled by court system of these United States as found in Redding, CA. All I know is that when she talks about becoming somebody's ball & chain, this probably isn't what she has in mind.
At any rate, off we trot to the county court house, intent on Tawny meeting her destiny on time. One must never be late when destiny is waiting. It should be noted that the court house sits atop a hill paved with 14% grade walkways. I am fully convinced that the laborious hike to the doors of due process is designed to make one mull over the grievous acts committed (if, indeed guilt is the state of affairs) and through the pain of physical exertion vow to never trespass the boundaries of right behavior ever again. Luckily, I've been working out so the steep climb extracted no such repentance from me.
Tawny checked in with the bailiff who, although a fairly nice looking lady, seemed to have but two facial responses to every human interaction the first of which was a malevolent rancor etched into her marvelously uncreased face. How one contorts one's face to resemble the leprechaun and then effortlessly revert it to a more or less pleasing visage is a mystery to me. I should have asked for pointers, however any attempts to relate to the woman were met with the second response: an exasperated rolling of the eyes. I can imagine Ms. Bailiff sees the same brand of riffraff day in & day out - I only hope that she remembers to roll her eyes equally clockwise & counterclockwise. I'd hate for her ocular muscles to be unevenly developed.
The judge, defying all expectations, was a kindly, humorous and thorough man with what seemed to me to be inexhaustible patience. If the wheels of justice turn swiftly in Redding, it's only because His Honor has a can of sartorial WD-40 ever-present. God knows the other players were less than stellar. But I digress - this man exhibited such grace & wit, I couldn't help but smile and nod enthusiastically as he gave instructions. Then I'd remember that I was seated among the ignobility and cow my head in assumed shame. That's neither here nor there... and this is getting tedious. We heard how a deal is being negotiated in which the public defender is working diligently to counteract the vile absurdity of the DA's office and that the proceedings will be delayed yet another month. The judge is hoping for a resolution that accurately reflects the character of the defendants, as is the public defender whereas the DA's office in keeping with my suspicion that the occupants are little more than colossal pricks is working hard to stick it to the (common) man. I have every hope that my roommate will be vindicated and the question of her innocence will be resolved permanently... otherwise I'm moving out.
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