MyEarthWear is the "cool" thing to do!!

Hey Family and anyone else who might read this. My friend Esther was diagnosed with Lyme disease about 6 months ago and has since had to quit her job and is practically home bound while she takes medication and battles the Lyme to get her life back to "normal". So as not to go crazy at home, Esther started playing around with making earrings and turns out to be quite good. As she is not able to work for at least another 6 months or so, she started a website and is hoping to bring in a little bit of extra income by selling her cool earrings and other "earthy" type crafts. So far only the earrings are on the website, but soon walking sticks and maybe some other cool "natural" type stuff will be offered. She will also sell her stuff at the Chattanooga Market and other venues around here if you are interested.

So.. if you like cool earrings, like giving gifts to people who like cool earrings, are a shopaholic, want to give me a pair of cool earrings, or want to help out Esther, check out her website.

http://myearthwear.com/

In relative news, I will be going up to Washington D.C. next week to help Esther as she goes for another appointment with her doctor. I am really excited because we are going to stay with Kable, one of the greatest people I know, and I am excited about getting out of Chattanooga for a few days. I am a bit nervous as it is the end of the month which means that I have a LOT of work to do and have to get all my paperwork in... but I am sure it will all work out.

I am thinking about writing a documentary about small town court. On Friday I was in court in a small town that we will code name "red-neck-country-ville" and was struck by the "culture" that surrounded me. Sitting in front of me was a 70-ish year old man with a buzzed head - aside from the "bottom-length" , gray, braided rat tail that hung past his seat and encroached on my own personal seating space. I use the term "personal seating space" lightly as courthouses in general seem to keep it in fine print when designing the layout of the room. The youth service worker (who sits next to the Juvenile judge) barely made it through the approximately 10 foot height door frame without getting her mounds and mounds of hair, that was precariously piled as high as possible on her head, caught and mangled on the door frame. The court secretary seemed to care little about what was going on, or performing the duties of her job. As she sat during court her computer screen faced in my exact direction. I must admit, I was also distracted by the photo albums she was scrolling through on Facebook. Thankfully my case was not called at that particular time, and in her defense, the current proceedings were of very little amusement. If I remember correctly it had something to do with trespassing, a cow, and at one point the prosecution seemed angry at the old man. His final question was as follows: Now, Mr. "Old Man", why did you not go to Mr. "not so old man, who was clearly trespassing and damaging property" and ask him why he was on your property and to please leave, before you called the police. Don't you think this would have been the nice thing to do? .... I must say, I was rooting for the old man. He seemed nice... and old... and no one likes their personal space to be violated, or their property damaged. And even though it is a small town and if I had to venture to guess, the prosecutions attorney and the "trespasser" are likely kin in some way or other, that still doesn't mean that an old many has to overlook the misdemeanors of bored, middle age men, who have nothing better to do than trespass on other people's property. It may have been polite, but in my mind.. unnecessary.