The Jury’s In… or Should I Say Out?
I’m not sure how I feel about this, but I wasn’t selected to sit on a jury yesterday. It is the second time that I actually got named as a possible, but it’s also the second time that the parties were able to determine a deal before the voir dire process began. On the one hand I’m glad that I won’t have to drive to and from downtown every day during the two rush hours, but I’m sort of sorry I won’t be part of the judicial process.
(Not at all related to being on a jury >>> It was nice coming home and finding that my husband had missed me!)
The Jury’s Out…
I am writing this entry on Tuesday night, but it will post tomorrow morning. Right now I’m trying to get organized >>> I am in the middle of getting ready for jury duty. (This entry will post as I am driving downtown.) I’m in the middle of packing all of the things I might want to have with me while I wait to see if they plan on keeping me for jury duty, or not.
I always take my notebook/organizer with me to places where I know I’m going to have to sit around and wait. I have gotten a lot of my TV and Movies entries written while waiting for doctors. And I specifically remember writing my What Makes a Cozy Just That? definition while sitting in the very same jury duty waiting room several years ago. Unfortunately, more and more waiting rooms have those pesky televisions blaring, which, with my attention deficit disorder makes it a little more difficult for me to work. I now carry ear plugs in my purse to help drown out talk show hosts whooping it up for their audiences.
Since I have done this jury duty sit-and-wait stint several times before, I know I’m going to need more than just my notebook/organizer. I’m (of course!!!) going to take my Kindle – just in case I’m in the mood to read OR play one of the games I have on it. (Mahjong is my favorite.)
I know I have talked about this before, but I am guessing that at least half of the people there will not have anything to do… no reading materials, no Sudoku puzzle books, NADA, NOTHING, ZILCH, ZIP! It never ceases to surprise me how many people seem to just show up, apparently expecting some television talk show host to entertain them OR perhaps just to sit and enjoy the day.
For some reason, I’ve never been selected. I (personally) think I’d be really good at being a juror. I’ll let you all know if I’m selected.
Bye Bye,Birdie
You know that expression: Give them an inch, they’ll take a mile? Well, my husband and I have finally decided to put a road block up!
On Monday, we have our outside-of-the-house repair/paint/ patch man coming. Yes, it’s been only six months since we had a hole in the wood part of our chimney repaired, and now we have a hole in our house’s wood siding.
Yep, we finally have had to take our bird feeder down, and we are sad about that. I’ll continue filling the bird bath, but we are taking the feeder down. Yesterday I counted four squirrels amongst our birds. Although the squirrels can’t actually feed at the feeder, they scurry around at the bottom, grabbing the seeds as the birds (unintentionally) drop them.
We’ve enjoyed our birds, and even the antics of the squirrels. But, apparently the squirrels don’t get their fill on just the seeds and have decided our house’s siding suits them as their second helpings.
We started the bird feeding when our beloved Sprite “left” us two years ago. Her leaving was a difficult blow for all of us. My husband thought that if I had the birds to watch from my computer desk, it would help ease the pain of losing her. It did fill a little, tiny, teensy-weensy bit of the void.
We enjoyed passing by the kitchen windows to see what those little birds were up to. They have some pretty crazy antics – most of which are based on their hierarchy. (I don’t know if the older birds outrank based on their age, if the males get preference, or if the bigger ones just bully their way to the best positions.) Watching them squabbling over who got which little food dispenser hole on the feeder, watching as the fledglings fluttered their wings and followed their parents around (as their parents tried to sometimes get away from them), it all seemed to bring a smile to our faces.
However, we have to convince the squirrels to move on to greener pastures. We thought that by taking down one of the two feeders, there would be less food, thus less squirrels at the bottom scrounging around. Not so!
So now I am hoping that the hummingbird who has been eating at that feeder tells his friends that there is less air traffic in our back yard, and convinces them to come on down. However, I doubt he’ll do that. He is pretty possessive about “his” feeder.
