Welcome to Dullsville...

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I'm sorry folks to be so boring lately, but really, you try coming up with something funny to say about an 8 hour CLE class and preparing an annual account.  I dare you...

So, still interested?  Actually, most of it wasn't too bad - since it was a CLE on Advanced Guardianship, things were spiced up with such ethical cliffhangers as:

1. 97 year old woman, tissue in hand, curled up on her bed, big rat on the nightstand about to sink its teeth into said frail woman, woman has also been pooping in plastic cottage cheese and butter containers instead of hiring plumber to fix toilet... Do you seek a guardianship in this case?  (Now that's a thinker... Ummm... Yeah?) *Based on an actual scenario...

2. What if there's a rat, but no pooping in butter containers?

One of the more interesting topics dealt with the assessment of the potential ward (person in need of a guardianship).  There was a pretty funny psychiatrist who told everyone in attendance how he makes his assessment and tips for things to look for when trying to determine capacity and dementia, etc..  He was pretty damned informative and funny.

On a side note, did anyone know the doctrine of informed consent was first specifically defined after the Nuremberg trials?  I sure didn't, although it makes perfect sense once you think about it.

Anyhow, while it was (I'm sure) informative and interesting to me, I'll cut this topic short.

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In other non-worthwhile news, I spent the weekend knitting, laughing my butt off at episodes of "Coupling" on DVD, making Orange-Blueberry Sweet Rolls, and walking aimlessly around the neighborhood.  Oh, and cleaning house.  I tell you, if this was a novel, the pages would be turning themselves, my life is so scintillating. 

Other than that - I slept.  It is so hot already.  So hot that the ceiling fan cannot be bothered to fan. I heard the weatherman say something about triple digits, but thought I might be delirious from the heat.  I know they predicted 99 degrees for Sunday, but I think (mercifully) we only hit 96. If this is an indicator of what this summer is going to be, then you'll find me camping out in the local grocery store freezer and flashing my breasts at the Lean Pockets by mid-June.