Here are a few more viewpoints for the 33×3 Trifextra Challenge. Thanks to those who commented. I cannot say I understand exactly what goes on in anyone’s brain . . . but I have heard many of these comments.
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Prosecutor: Defense attorney says his client wants a deal. They all do. Can’t admit their own actions caused this. They just want the easy way out. I hate this part of the job.

Defendant: Bitch deserved it! If she hadn’t talked back I wouldn’t have had to slap her. Damn cops always arrest the man. She’ll be sorry when I get out of here. Not guilty!

Victim Advocate: I can only sit here and hold her hand. God, she’s shaking! Wish I could tell the jury the other stuff this perv has done to her. She deserves much better.

Juror 1: The pictures! Bloodied face. Blackened eyes. Broken fingers. This isn’t like CSI on TV. I think I’m going to be sick. Why didn’t she just leave the bastard? I hate this!

Magistrate: Another domestic violence case. Another broken victim. Another unrepentant perpetrator. The pictures! God! They tear me up. Juror 3 is nodding off – unbelievable! Wish I could do more. I hate this job!

Defense Attorney: Just doing my job – this guy’s a scum bag. I told him to clean up. Juror 5 looks sympathetic. God! Look at those pictures. Some days I really hate this job.
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The Trifextra challenge this weekend is to write a scene involving 3 people – 3 sections – 33 words each.

In my “real” life I oversee a domestic violence intervention program. Part of my job requires attending court sessions – after the fact – once I’ve had to non-comply a participant. In my mind I often write scripts – hopeful wording perhaps – for the people involved in the cases. My job is hard enough. I cannot imagine how hard it is for the people involved in such cases. I must say that the defense attorneys and I do not always see eye to eye. I’m hoping they really do have a conscience such as my pretend one above.

By the way, the comment from Juror 1 about why the victim didn’t just leave? We hear that a lot – that is putting the blame onto the VICTIM not on the perpetrator. There are LOTS of reasons she may not be able to leave. Learn more here: National Coalition Against Domestic Violence.

Thanks for reading.

Hubby-moose is having a great time with his family and friends. I heard from him yesterday afternoon as he and his buddy were driving back from a visit with HM’s aunt. He had lots to tell me – about the visi; about someone who sought him out while looking for his older brother’s gravesite; about his buddy’s grandson; about his new teeth and glasses.

Yup – that is the main reason for the trip – new chompers. Up here they would have cost over $3000. He went to a clinic “Outside” and got them for just over $1000. That is well worth the time off work and the cost of the flight. Besides, he needed to get away and just to BE for a bit.

I’ve done my best not to bug him – not to call or text. Hubbies need time away from their partners, too.
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Last night I was in bed at 9:30 p.m. and slept like a rock. Only woke up once – rolled over and went right back to sleep. Love it.

Breakfasts with the grandgirls have gone well – although I have had to call the oldest each morning to remind her she really DOES need to get out of bed. lol

I keep carrying my camera – thinking I will take the time to take some pictures. I have a few that haven’t been downloaded yet, but in the meantime if you want to see some GLORIOUS Alaskan pics, check out Susan’s blog. She lives in Fairbanks. She has some new aurora pics up. Alaska has been blessed with some gorgeous spring auroral activity this year.

Enjoy your weekend. Myself? Thinking about sleeping in tomorrow. We’ll see how that works out.

The bar was dark, seedy, the type dive he loved. Jagger drawled on the overhead, I’m not lookin’ for a lady. Smoke swirled around the room, dissipated only slightly by the overhead fans.

“I’ll have a beer, barkeep.” Laying some bills on the bar, Mick tipped back his hat and glanced at the person to his right. “That’s me you’re listening to, you know.”

Bess turned sideways, streams of smoke trailing from her nostrils. “Right, mate. And, I’m just waiting for my friend. Move on.”

“No, really. Listen, I’ll sing it for you.”

More smoke, then Bess pointedly turned away.
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Lance’s 100 Word Song challenge features an OLD Stone’s tune. I couldn’t get past how young Jagger looked and how country he sounded on this video. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I like country. Diggin’ the hat, too. Wondered what would happen if he tried to own up to the song today.

The house is quiet – only the hum of the computer right now . . . well, and the ringing in my ears, but that is with me all the time.

Hubbymoose has been gone on his trip for two days. I put him on the plane Monday night and he arrived to his destination Tuesday night. Poor guy – 18 hours or so with layovers.

I have heard from him only twice – he texted (I know!!!) from his layover spot and then called when he was picked up by his buddy. I don’t expect him to contact me because I know he is busy visiting with his friends and, hopefully, some of his family.

The grandgirls have come down for their breakfast each morning, although the oldest one is not too willing. lol She sooo does not want to get up in the morning. She also doesn’t want to take her dottering old gramma’s advice to “go to bed earlier.” Had to laugh when the Pup asked if I meant they had to stay home to fix their own cereal – or was it okay to come down to fix their own cereal. They had cereal yesterday, but this morning I cooked (I know!!!) for them. We’ll see what happens tomorrow.
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But, now it is getting late and I need to follow my own advice – go to bed already, gramma! 5:45 a.m. comes mighty early and I have a full day tomorrow. Sleeping in Saturday morning is beginning to sound pretty good.

Now the fridge is running, competing with the sound of the laptop. These are pretty normal sounds ’round here. I am sorta missing hubby moose’s snores from the chair next to mine. We sometimes take “sneak naps” – you know, the kind that sneak up on you – together. This afternoon I took one by myself.

In my chair.

Now?

Off to hog the middle of the bed.

By myself.

‘night, all.