Hello everyone. What a day it was yesterday! I've got several thoughts I wanted to share with everyone. But first, for those of you who may have missed it, I did a Talk Radio One interview with Gary Spector last night. We are on the entire first hour of the show.
Right after Mr. Sprocket picked me up from the courthouse we went directly to look at this big delivery truck for his new business. He's found an old truck just like his old one that he drove cross country to relocate him here to California, and he's quite excited to buy it today.
When I got home from truck shopping, that's when I found out that the hard drive on my little iBook had bit the dust and I'd lost everything on my desktop. Mr. Sprocket thinks that the drive was damaged when the laptop slipped off my lap in the courtroom but for some unknown reason, kept working because I never shut it down completely. We've replaced the drive but it will be a project trying to recover all my lost data.
I fell asleep on the sofa last night and woke up at 2:30 am. I went to bed, but could not get back to sleep. I had all these thoughts and feelings swirling around in my head. I understand now, what it must be like to work on an extended film shoot. There is this family of people that you see everyday and then suddenly, after six months, it stops. It's like air slowing seeping out of your tires. Since I couldn't get back to sleep I called donchais and she listened as my thoughts came tumbling out for over an hour. She is the best. She mostly listened until I started to get sleepy and could go to bed.
I thought about Rachelle, waking up this morning in that huge empty castle, alone. I thought about Spector and what's going through his mind, once the heavy medications he was probably on yesterday wore off. I thought about Alan and Truc and that they can both finally take a much needed vacation for their dedicated service to this case. And I thought about Lana, her family, Donna and Fawn, and all her friends that will no longer have to hear the convict or his attorney's trash her, claiming she committed suicide. I never believed that theory for a moment because Spector admitted his guilt. Moments after the fatal shot, Spector made a confession to De Souza and while being placed under arrest made a statement to Alhambra Officer Bea Rodriguez that it was an accident and that he could explain what happened.
I thought about the several childish attempts by the convict and his wife to intimidate me during this trial and the first. I thought about all the hate mail I received, as well as a Spector supporter trying to intimidate me by publishing my full address, phone number, age and descriptions on several blogs and web sites. When that happened, I even went so far as to speak to my local police about that intimidation tactic. I also thought about Weinberg trying to use my blog entry on Spector's statements to police as a defense to Judge Fidler for his own actions of speaking to the press in the Los Angeles Times during deliberations.
I thought about all the T&T readers whose supportive E-mails and comments gave me the strength to get up in the morning after staying up until 2 am, writing my latest entry. I thought about the blog stats that went through the roof with over fifty thousand page loads yesterday and almost eighteen thousand unique visitors. I thought about the over 350 + requests from T&T readers to be put on the E-mail notification list for when a verdict was reached. And I thought how the main stream media with all their resources was scooped by a semi-retired housewife with a broken laptop.
I want everyone to know that I have at least fifty emails in my in box that will take some time for me to get through. I'm going to try to answer each and every one of you who took the time to write. I also wanted readers to know that while I was in court reporting on the verdict and the press conference, my co-bloggers were hard at work trying to keep up with the comments and approve them as fast as they could. Consequently, there are many comments that I have not even had the chance to read. I hope to get to them all over the next few days.
I have quite a bit on my plate over the next few days. I still owe my family and extended network or friends a Christmas letter and gifts! All that was put on the back burner while I covered the retrial. We still have some house modification to do in preparation for when the new washing machine arrives at the end of next week. We have the hard drive to recover. I also have to work on that dreaded five letter word, TAXES. It looks like we are purchasing this delivery truck today and getting it insured. I'm sure our neighbors are just going to love it sitting on the street. I have jury duty in the Metropolitan Courthouse on April 27th. I'm hoping I don't get picked for a jury. I have to help Mr. Sprocket get organized in starting his new business. (You have no idea how daunting that task is, since he is so disorganized!) We have a packed garage that has not been cleaned out or organized for the past year, ever since Mr. Sprocket's torn distal biceps tendon. I have a house to clean from top to bottom. This old house was starting to look like a bit like the castle with cobwebs in the corners and crumbling plaster in a few places. Luckily, our house is smell free and I have not had to resort to using plug in air fresheners. (I was told the perfumed smell was so overwhelming during the jury visit that one sensitive juror had to cover their mouth while inside the castle.) I have fabric to organize and projects waiting to sew. I promised Kim of Darwin Exception a custom handbag last year as well as other gifts and presents promised once this trial finally completed. And on the horizon is the Spector civil trial, that I hope to attend, depending on these other commitments.
Over the coming weeks, I hope to finish transcribing my notes on the closing arguments so please drop back in from time to time when those entries go up. I will try to get to any additional comment questions you might have much later tonight. Thank you so much everyone, for reading T&T.