Trial day 1:
Instead of doing her usual acrobatic routine, Nala is curled up around my feet. On the little rug in front of the sink. I glance up at the little crystal clock on the shelf. It says 6:10 which means it is 7:10 since the clocks sprang forward Sunday. Haven’t changed it yet. The mental math keeps me sharp. Or so I tell myself.
Read MoreWhere the heck have I been. Well, I started writing a book. I write it mainly when on airplanes. Decided I wouldn't blog until the book was finished. But then changed my mind.
Since the last time I wrote here, we moved our office three miles down the street. We are in the top floor of a 1970s fishing company building that we bought and are in the process of refurbishing.
Read MoreMs. A (she of the 257 objections ) is defending another deposition. This time of an electrical expert. Her stream of objections has not changed course since Mr. T's deposition.
I challenge her on the record. This is to satisfy CR 26i should I decide to bring a motion:
K3: What's wrong with the form? I think you're being abusive with the objections.
A: You're not setting a foundation, you're just saying -- you're making conclusory statements and then asking him about it. He has nothing to say that --
Read MoreThe Tale of Mr. T has one more chapter. Following part 2 of his deposition, I am on a seminar panel for AAJ in Montreal along with Federal Judge Bennett. He is talking about his now famous order sanctioning a national defense firm for deposition abuse. His speech is exceptional. He urges us to not be content with the minimum bar set by court rules . To strive for a higher ethical standard. He is inspirational on so many levels.
Read MoreOh goodie. Oh goodie. Yay. Yippee.
We are up here at the cabin. Am looking out the window in the living room. Watching her carry the little blue kayak down the hill. She is trying to mimic Sol who balances the big kayaks on top of his head. Oops. There it goes over to the left. She hefts it up. Then it slops over again. She looks like a wobbly blue turtle as she makes her way down.
Read MoreI can’t begin to say what I truly think of this article. Clap Clap Clap. Happy Dance. Yay.
The practice of law is a noble profession. Getting clients through foul means is crap.
Read MorePsychodrama is popular in trial lawyer circles. This weekend it is taught at our trial lawyer convention. I do not attend. Happily.
I don't care for the term psychodrama. I've heard many good reviews from friends and colleagues. I know many of the people who teach it. But honestly, just hearing the word psychodrama causes a bit of a nose wrinkling reaction deep within me.
Read MoreA male news anchor from Australia wore the same suit every day for a year - changing his shirt and tie - and no one noticed. He did this to prove a point after becoming frustrated with the constant criticisms levied by the public against his female co-anchor's appearance.
"No one has noticed; no one gives a s**t. But women, they wear the wrong colour and they get pulled up. Women are judged much more harshly and keenly for what they do, what they say and what they wear."
Read MoreJohn doesn't get angry.
He may get grumpy (on rare occasion).
But he doesn't get angry.
I take for granted his smiles. His good attitude.
John do this. John do that.
Read MoreThe calls are coming in with increasing frequency. Loves ones have died after simple medical procedures. The cause: killer bacteria introduced into the body sometime during or after the procedure. Surgical incisions aren't even necessary.
The survivors are usually in shock. One day the husband has some problem with the digestive tract and is going in for an exploratory scope. A little while later, his organs have rotted and died from the inside out due to a hospital introduced micro piranha feeding frenzy.
Read MoreI met Allison when I was a defense lawyer. She was so darling that she became my go-to court reporter. When I became a plaintiff lawyer, nothing changed. I still used Allison. Others liked her as well, so Allison grew her business (Verb8tim Reporting) and hired Jane.
Yesterday, Allison was the court reporter for me. This morning it's Jane's turn.
Read MoreSomeone is knocking on the door. Nala starts barking. Reach over for phone. It is 6:30 a.m. The knocking continues. Realize it isn't knocking.
Jump out of bed. Rush to the balcony door. Throw it open. There's a flurry of beautiful brown and orange red wings. The woodpecker flies onto the 45 year old maple tree. Looks back at me over his shoulder. And takes off.
Read MoreThe movie gift that just keeps giving - is the showdown between Tom Cruise and Jack Nicholson in A Few Good Men. That moment on the witness stand when Jack defiantly declares his magnificence. Gets up to leave. And Tom says - sit back down. And Jack has to. Because he's in court.
Mr. T, as you may recall , gave a rather similar performance in deposition last month. And then some. Because no judge was present.
Read MoreAlarm goes off. Am already conscious. Tissues surround me. Am ill.
Have to be in court by 8:45. Go through the motions. Get there in time. Judge S is late. We are set to argue before a jury trial starts at 9. They are at the voir dire phase. The prosecutor and defender are chatting.
Read MoreAnne has started off the new year with a Fitbit. Her goal - add steps to her sedentary work day. Tearing herself away from her desk has proven difficult. Anne always has more work than she can complete.
Enter Nala. She comes to work most days. There are many hours spent lying on the floor, chewing an old antler, digging the stuffing out of her bed, and otherwise being bored. She doesn't complain though. Afterwards we typically go for a run.
Read MorePick up mom from Shoreline. It is 58 degrees out and she is in a faux fur black maxi coat with brass buttons. She bought it for $25. Half off at the consignment store. Brand new from Sears.
Take her to late lunch at Din Tai Fung University Village. Hour and a half wait. Meet up with my brother Greg and his wife Laurie. We say forget it. Go to Boom Noodle. Eat lunch. Not as good as Din Tai Fung but quicker. Greg and Laurie take Nala for doggie sitting play date. I drive with mom to the movie theater at The Landing in Renton. My sister Jenny pulls up. Out jump her boys Ben and EJ. We eat popcorn and watch Paddington Bear. Quite delightful.
Read MoreToday Nala almost killed herself.
It is drizzling. We are running around the neighborhood. Both of us in our rain gear. Splish. Splash. It starts pouring. Get home. Wash off the dirt. Towel her. Repeat process with myself.
Need to file a brief this morning. A discovery teleconference is scheduled to start soon.
Read MoreOne of the hazards of driving while high, is that you become a very bad driver. A year ago, Mr. H decided not to take my word for it. He smoked some pot. Went for a drive. Creamed a car. In the back of the car, right where he t-boned it, sat high school student John T. And his doggie who was instantly killed.
Read More5:45 am. Phone beeps. Count backward down to the minute have to get up to get out on time. 5:56 am get up.
Race through morning ritual. Clothes put out the night before. Black crop jeans. Black t-shirt. Deconstructed BCBG black and gray striped jacket. Black doc martens. 2 black bags. Black raincoat. Slick back hair that used to be black and now in places looks like tinsel. Grab 2 luna bars, fat sumo orange and honey crisp apple for later.
Read MorePrologue:
Taught trial advocacy for many years at UW School of Law with dear friend Bill Bailey. Bill is now a full time professor at the school. Since teaching without him would not be the same, decided to turn in adjunct badge. However, today am going to the school to teach voir dire.
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