Two days into the elections. Feels like I’ve had a hangover for a week.
But the telephone calls have stopped. That makes me a winner. It almost got to the point of my having the phone taken out. Land lines need one of those SPAM markers. Every mother-in-law would probably petition Congress for an exemption, I suppose.
The Sheriffs deputy met the judge in a non-jury trial for the twenty counts of pedophilia. The judge told him that she would listen to the case and determine what a jury might think of the case as presented.
She made the decision that a jury would have found him guilty of seventeen counts and therefore found him so guilty on them. She took his franchise for ten years, restricted him from carrying weapons and a couple of other things, and set the sentencing hearing for December. Oh, and register as a sex offender until he turns fifty-five.
Renter tells me he would probably be sentenced to time served, which has been a monthly meeting with the court for the past two and a half years.
The man has two kids and a divorce. Visiting privileges could be a problem. He also has a girl friend. She may or may not want kids in the future. Another problem for them.
Attempted to fix some windows in the workshop. Found that folks unknown had a greater need for certain tools than I must have, so had a trip to town for new. The price of a decent power tool is ridiculous, at least to the twenty years ago mind set. Needed a circular saw and a drill. I wanted battery powered tools this time around and found the the prices they were asking didn’t include the batteries (that sounds like kids toys), then one needs a charger, sold separately.
I’m thinking about mortgaging the house and satisfying my wants. Well. No. Not that. But it is a thought. Getting a job is not to be considered; but, hey, job = work, work = keeping regular hours.
That’s for . . . Umm, no one anymore, is it. I suppose I’ll have to move in with the kids. They some tempering of their metal. I think.
From the reaches,