Okay, I'm over my rant about my daily newspaper making a couple of mistakes, but like my mother used to say, when you see something is not right, make a correction as soon as you can. I try to do that, but most of the time I follow my lazy streak and blow it off. I don't like to see mistakes made in print when it concerns history, as in the case of names of people like Handy Gilpin Sutton. H. G., as he called himself, was a respected superior court judge for Kitsap County and as all of our past judges, probably shaped the lives of more than a few errant citizens in his days on the bench. I don't know when lawyers began to get a bad rap for defending what we presumed to be scalliwags, but the lawyers I knew in those days were respectful and respected despite a few bad apples. H. G. was one who rose from the ranks of local attorneys and was a role model for those who followed him.

That said, rest in peace, Handy Gilpin.

It's a new day, and even with the rain making a steady patter outside my window, I am looking forward to a better day, weatherwise and otherwise. Thursday is my weekly "date" with my husband, Charlie Rook, and no matter what we had been grumbling about the day before, we are both settled down to quiet, thoughtful conversation during our lunch date at his current abode, Life Care in Port Orchard. Sometimes he makes unreasonable requests of me and his kids (nurses and caregivers) and his need for control over some of his life rears up and he goes into the attack mode. When you are in a wheelchair all you have basically is your voice. We try to respect his wishes as best we can, but sometimes we fall a bit short. All of us try to put ourselves in his shoes. If a devastating stroke ripped from us the ability to get around on our own, drive a car, walk a dog, go fishing in a small boat, climb up on the garage roof to fix a chimney or take an awesome photo, we might get a little edgy when what we think is an easy simple request to go somewhere is denied.

All we can do is move forward and keep on trying to keep this lovely man on an even keel. Because we love him.

Nuff said.

Rosie