Posted by:
Jennifer Smith
on Jun 7, 2024
Good Morning and Happy Friday!
Per the new opt-out rules for emails, you will see a "Manage Preferences" link at the bottom of all future Blasts. I’ve attempted to make the options within each “type” as specific as possible so that you don’t inadvertently opt out of emails you still might like to see. I’m open to suggestions, so let me know.
Details about the Social Event during the Annual Meeting in Nashville are close to confirmed, so watch your email for an announcement next week. If you’ve been waiting on that information before registering for the NATLE program, we can add tickets to your registration at a later date. The most crucial piece is to reserve your accommodations. The brochure has the latest information on speakers and locations of the events. You will also find links to AAJ registration and hotel information, as well as NATLE registration. Executive Directors, if you can’t attend, please consider sending a member of your staff!
Please be aware that the bad actors who have time to send spam emails from – in the latest case – a NATLE Board member, are at it again. Requests seem to refer to a need to make payroll changes. The names of our Board are available on our website, so it’s not a stretch to make it sound legit.
Date and location change of the 2025 Winter Meeting! Held alongside AAJ’s program, the NATLE meeting will now be February 15-16 in Miami at the Fontainebleau Hotel.
Just a reminder that most of our Zoom sessions are recorded and accessible (once you’re logged in) under the Events tab.
That’s the NATLE Weekly Wrap. Have a great weekend,
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P.S. In case you’re still here…It is with a mixture of revulsion and glee, topped with a heavy dollop of adrenaline, that I write yet another episode in the ongoing saga of my apparent skunk infestation. In the wee hours of yesterday morning, the unmistakable smell of a skunk that’s either met an enemy or its maker invaded my bedroom. I couldn’t see it in the road, so I suffered the odor until it dissipated. No lingering smell by morning, so all’s good. We haven’t had rain in a few days, so I went out at lunchtime to water my tomato and pepper plants. My brain may have registered a slightly familiar odor – I bet you see where I'm going – but I was a bit slow on the uptake since I was practically on top of it before I saw it. As with the last close encounter, my language was less than lady-like, but my reflexes are solid. I jumped back at first, until I saw that it was a very young skunk and covered with flies, so dead. I pulled on my Big Girl pants, grabbed a shovel from the garage, and headed back out there to play the part of an adult homeowner. I paused to capture the Kodak moment and then thought better of assuming it was dead. Forget the BG pants, I went full Damsel-In-Distress. Aiming to nudge my otherwise very manly neighbor into taking care of it, he suggested covering it with a bag and waved “good luck”. Ugh, fine. I followed his advice – that I’d actually thought of first, but let him feel like he was contributing – and scooped the critter into another garbage bag. It was trash day and it wasn’t 10 minutes after I’d added the bag to the pile at the bottom of my driveway that the garbage truck came. I was shaking throughout the whole excavation, transfer, and tie-off-the-bag operation, and unnecessarily dreaded getting caught by the trash guy. If you choose to forward my name to the local health department for improperly disposing of hazardous waste, I’ll accept my punishment without a twinge of regret. Burying the evidence was the farthest thing from my mind. Besides, I wasn’t thinking rationally beyond keeping one twitchy eye on the bag I used to cover it and the other eye on the lookout for Mama.
P.P.S. Happy National Donut Day! (though, maybe you don’t have an appetite after that story.)