This is the commute to my office.
I walk out my front door, down the walk, down the driveway and into my cute little dollhouse of an office. If it's raining or snowing, I dart out of the garage door saving a few steps in the precipitation. The little white building at the end of the driveway was a falling apart carriage house when I bought this house but then, the men in my life put it to rights and made me the coziest little law office ever.
But today was not an office day--I had an emancipation hearing at 8:30 a.m. so I jumped into the lawmobile--my Ford Escape (license plate MTNCLBR). Let's see
From there it was one place after another--probably more than 100 miles on the lawmobile by the time I parked back in the driveway.
There was a meeting to help decide whether or not a father who was doing everything that he needed to in order to reunify with his son should have more visits (yes); there was a visit to two little babies who had been diagnosed as failure to thrive but had gained a pound each after five days in foster care; there was a visit to a mother who had fallen back into substance abuse; there was a visit with four children who would probably be adopted by their grandparents; there was a visit with another little boy who stole my heart and whose story broke it.
And somewhere along the way there was donkey in the shadow of Mt. Abrham. It almost sounds biblical.