Panic before the party

Don't write out "to do" lists.  Don't want or need to see how much there is to do.  What would be the point. Besides, the lists go around and around inside my head like a pinwheel anyway.

Lately though,  have been a bit filled to the gills.  Can obsess about work when the kids are away.  But when they return - it is kids plus work.  Add to that the house remodel and have no breathing space left at all.

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Defense deposition tactic - chopping off answers

The defense attorney isn't getting anywhere with this expert witness.  So he tries a new tactic - cutting off the answers.  It may seem obvious when you are there in the room.  But if you don't do anything, the actual deposition transcript won't be so clear.   Then at trial, the defense will use the misleading transcript to impeach the witness.

To stop this, the plaintiff attorney nees to speak up and speak often to make sure the record stays honest. 

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Power of the chocolate donut (frosting part)

Alarm goes off at 6:45.  Slap it off.  Get up at 8.   Must get to bed earlier than 2:30.  Must rush.  Suitcase is already packed on the floor resting on top of a towel.  Nothing can touch the floors.  We are in the new house … just barely.  Won’t bore you with the details of how a trial lawyer orchestrates a house move.  Let’s just say it is intense.  And it isn’t over.

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Karen Koehlerlawyer schedule
Deposition of a wannabe life care planner

The wife lost not only her beloved husband of 34 years.  She lost her life helper.  Legally blind and with other health impairments, she depended on him to see for her. To take care of her.

We used a highly qualified life care planner named Tony Choppa to draft a plan of what it would take to provide the widow with help.  Specifically, the kind of help she needed from her dead husband.  Going to the grocery store.  Walking her to the bus stop.  Navigating the world.

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Karen Koehlerdeposition, experts
The psychic jury artist

The air starts crackling.

My mom, Mary Fung,  has come to watch opening.  Her smile stretches the width of her face.  She is wearing a polyester blue and white teeny striped suit that I distinctly remember from the 1970s.  Over a blue pair of Nike shock sneakers that I used to run in.  Hair pinned up in its forever bun.  She looks fairly adorable.  Everyone in the courtroom smiles back at her.

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Overdosing on civility

There are some aggravating people in this profession.  That suits me just fine.  Being nice has its place.  But it is fun to wrestle with opponents.

Today am spammed with a brochure.  Touts a two day seminar on civility in the profession.  Sorry to say this pretty much brings up gag reflex.  Here's what it says:

In this intensive 2-day program we will strive to create a retreat-like seminar* to engage in a dialogue about civility. After we explore characteristics of civility, we will discuss the costs of incivility, the benefits of civility, the foundations of civility, and strategies to foster civility within our personal and professional lives. In addition to traditional lectures and presentations, this immersion seminar will include interactive and creative exercises.  *To facilitate a relaxed atmosphere please wear casual clothing and unplug from laptops, emails and phones.

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Deposition question that needs to be retired

Am sitting next to our expert and the court reporter.  On the other side of the table there are three defense lawyers.  Two more are on the phone.  We start at 2:00.  At 2:35 throw my first fit.   Here is why.

To comply with the subpoena, the expert has brought in every document he's been given and has relied upon. This equals a foot and a half stack of files.  Dale the defense lawyer starts off  asking if it is okay to copy everything and to return the files later.  Permission granted.

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Karen Koehlerdeposition
And they didn't tip over

It is a beautiful Sunday morning.  We enter the freezing West Seattle High School gym.  Am wearing poofy big jacket so no problem.  Cristina is looking stylish in a vest and begins to turn blue.

Have volunteered to handle the scoreboard and clock.  Am going to make Cristina do the hard part.  The coordinator gives us directions.  The teams are warming up.  We are watching them.  Not paying attention to the guy.  I tell Cristina to listen to what he's saying.  We end up splitting the duties in half.  I do the score and fouls.  She does the clock.

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Motor mouth

Am lost.  Have made it to North Seattle University but need to find the media room in the education building.

Ask student - Do you know where it is.  Nope.

Ask another and another. No No No.  Give up.  Go to library. The person at the desk says go down back up over and behind there.  Do so.  Find the building. But where's the room.  Student with earphones packs up computer, iphone, coffer, binder and escorts me to the room.  What a sweetheart.

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Karen Koehlerin the news
President Pooh

My sister Susan is the middle child of the Koehler clan.  As kids we called her Poohhead.  Pooh for short.  Over the years she regularly demanded that we stop using that name.  When my children could talk, my sister Jenny told them to call her Auntie Pooh.

Susan is a smart cookie.  She married her college sweetheart John and they live in a "beach cottage" in Manhattan Beach, LA.  My adorable niece Ryan keeps them hopping.  I don't think she's allowed to call her mom Pooh.

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Karen Koehlerfamily
Dave the Bailiff and Julie the Clerk

We meet Dave the Bailiff first.  Through emails.  We are cooling our heels.  Waiting to see if our trial will start on time.  Instead of ignoring us, Dave gives us up to date emails.  Plus he has a sense of humor.

We are in trial for three weeks.  During this time we get to know Dave the Bailiff and his smile even better.  But there's someone next to him up on the bench.  Julie the Clerk.  She seems quiet but it is all an act.  She has a droll sense of humor.  We like both of them.

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Silver threaded catfish whiskers

The first time I wanted to dye my hair, I was a 23 year old second year law student and a Madonna wannabe.  I tried to envision myself with bleached blonde hair and black eyebrows.  Ultimately I chickened out.

A few years later I was in Europe.  The Italian women had dark hair like mine.  But they had put copper streaks all through them.  This  was called a foil.  I could actually envision myself with copper locks. But again, chickened out.

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Karen Koehlerfamily, friends, women