I compromised with the two dogs this morning. Took them on a short walk down the street. They seemed to be satisfied with that, since I’m going to be gone most of the day.
Second week of jury duty and I’ve been summoned to report in today. Unlike last week when things were pretty slow.
Too bad I watched that TV episode last night about the death of a juror. Who was to blame? It was the ex-husband. He did it the slow way with psychological torture–destruction of the final vestiges of her self-esteem.
What’s in store today? Will I be selected for a trial, or continue to languish in the jury pool? That’s yet to be revealed. There’s no lack of real-life whodunits.
Halfway point of the first week of jury duty. Given the day off–for which I am grateful. It’s supposed to be a stormy day. So far, the experience has been somewhat like I figured it would be–especially the hurry-up-and-wait part.
Yesterday, a two-and-a-half hour lunch break, after which, we were sent home.
Such were the vagaries of serving on a jury pool. Back to normal routines, at least for today. If there’s no danger of being blown away in a raging storm, I’ll go to the gym. My dogs remembered their morning walk and treat routines.
It’s been a busy day. Trip to the doctor for my regular monthly B-12 shot. After, that off to get my tousled, salt-and-pepper mane trimmed. Then, to the vet’s office to renew the dog’s medicine. The vet’s office was closed–on vacation till April 2nd. By that time it was mid-afternoon.
Time for afternoon coffee and cookies. I’m finished running errands, and it’s raining. At least, I made it home before the deluge. A reminder to faithful readers, I will be on jury duty for the next two weeks. Feel free to drop by in my absence. I will be here evenings to check things out.
“Wake up. You were snoring,” Said the bailiff–while shaking my shoulder.
“Yes, he was–very loudly,” Said one of my fellow jurors.
“Sleep on your own time–not on the court’s,” Warned the bailiff.
Doubtful, anything that drastic will happen. I’ve been summoned for jury duty the first two weeks of April.
Not that I have anything against doing one’s civic duty. I’m a Vietnam-era vet, for Heaven’s sake.
I know that obligations can turn into more than one hoped for. My wife served on a jury; was selected for a murder trial that deliberated for three months.
“Who was Dog the Bounty Hunter?” My wife asked, upon her return, one night during the trial. During break that day the reality show star had been outside the courthouse. She wasn’t impressed with the “Dogster”–only with the plethora of local TV news crews.
Whatever happens, there won’t be much time for blogging, or other internet activities. I won’t be able to talk about any of the proceedings.
Not to worry–other than the 45 mile commute each direction; my wife warned me; most of the time would be consumed by legal wrangling between prosecution and defense teams.
“It would be like going to work for the county every day,” She said. “Hurry up and wait.” Where had I heard that before?