Watching your mother-in-law drive off a cliff

in your new Mercedes, so goes the old joke, is an example of "mixed emotions."

Had a client call me today--"we need your help," she said. "You were right, we shouldn't have done business with them without putting it in writing."

Sigh.

I've only done this for 20-something years, and although there *are* new things under the sun, a) there aren't that many of them, and b) the old things under the sun still surface more than the new ones.

The mixed emotions are that it does give me more legal work to do. That's generally a good thing, although (again), I hate it when a client ignores the advice you give and gets in trouble.

Interestingly enough, I believe lawyers get a bad rap for their integrity, but (so far), I'm a bit perturbed at the lawyer who wrote my clients a letter. Wrote it two days ago, and said that they had 10 days to pay for something (that my client did not receive, but that's another matter), or else they would consider their legal options, including possibly suing them.

So two days goes by--literally, from the DATE of the letter, just the day after receipt of it--and wham, they get notice that they have been sued by this company. So they said "10 days," and sued in 2.

Haven't spoken to that lawyer yet, but I am interested in finding out why the misrepresentation. Could be for a good reason. I'll see.

So much for business.

Tomorrow begins my journey as a volleyball coach. I received a bag of seven volleyballs today, and was told that the net needed to be lowered to 6'6 (down 10 inches from regulation height) for the little ones I coach.

Other than that, I'm on my own. A friend's daughter, who is a junior in high school on her high school's volleyball team, has volunteered to come help me after her practice, so she could be a big help.

We hope.

For most of the girls, it is their first time to play any real sports, and for all of the girls (even the 4th graders), it is the first time they have ever played volleyball.

On a separate note, I took Collin (my 7-year old) to his first Cub Scout meeting of the year today. While there, the Den Leader turned to the parents who were in attendance, and solicited an Assistant Den Leader.

The silence was deafening.

No, I didn't step forward to do that. But I didn't say "no," either. Glad there wasn't a specific question asked of me to force that decision-making process.

More tomorrow.