Coffee Tea: Peach-Black Tea; I’ve been working through these bags on days when I’m not up to making coffee. I’ve had them for two years. They’ve been sitting in a ziploc bag on the kitchen counter. I remember precisely who gave them to me but not when she did. That’s the thing about memory – it leaves out the juicy bits. Oh, and the tea is fine. A little sweeter than I like it, but fine.
I took a notary class today. It was put on by Wake Tech and hosted at a country club. There were lots of chipped walls and old chairs in the country club. The locker room was full of cheap tennis shoes.
Enduring the class-time to be a notary is like waiting for a bus. You know exactly what’s coming, but it takes forever to get there. We talked through six hours of legalese. They gave each of us a manual. Inside the manual are 170 pages all saying the same thing. Bureaucracy – a bunch of people saying the same thing.
Michael Cohen gave his testimony to congress today. I watched most of it. The Republicans attacked his character and the Democrats talked about tax returns. Things we’ve been hearing for two years. And that’s not to say they aren’t important – we do need to see our President’s tax returns, and there are questions about Cohen’s credibility – but they’re still nothing new.
So anyway, pretty soon I’ll be able to watch someone sign a document and certify that signature in an official capacity. They drove home that no-one’s ever required to do a notary, that if you aren’t comfortable then just don’t do it. I couldn’t help thinking about the hearing. Two sides saying separate things over and over. Who gets to set the definition for ‘comfortable?’
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