Fiber Dreams

I went, I waited, I was sent home.

That’s pretty much how my day of jury duty went yesterday. Because I’m self-employed, and my employer, tight-fisted thing that she is doesn’t pay me for 10 days of jury duty, I managed to escape two different trials that were in need of jurors yesterday. That part was gotten out of the way first thing after the initiation. The rest of the morning was spent reading. And napping. Then the real waiting started. My group was called at about 11:30 or so, to report to the hallway by the courtroom at 1:45 pm. Had lunch, went for a walk, came back a bit early, read some more. Went to the room where I was supposed to report, waited in the hallway with the others in my group. And waited.

And waited.

The bailiff updated us a couple of times. Attorneys involved went in and out, made phone calls. And we waited.

Just after 4 pm the bailiff came out of the courtroom again. He dismissed us. The criminal case that we were waiting for was plea-bargained, so no jury was required. We checked in downstairs, and went home.

I got a lot of reading done. Probably read about two-thirds of the book I took. Had a couple of interesting conversations with naturalized citizens, one originally from the Philippines, the other from the U.K. That helped. Quite a bit. I always enjoy talking to people who originated in other places. The British woman had that marvelous droll sense of humor. She had me in stitches a couple of times. She owns a small local book store, so we had a lot to talk about.

Since you’re sort of my employers, in a wild stretch of the imagination, I am sharing with you the proof that I really was where I said I was yesterday. As evidence: the juror badge and the receipt. And the book I read, Unraveled Sleeve by Monica Ferris. Finished it up early this morning over breakfast. This story is one in a series of mysteries about a woman who inherits a needlework shop from her sister. They’re fun. Decent mysteries. But then, anything that involves a smattering of knitting, counted cross stitch, and needlepoint can’t be all bad.

A friend of mine, Mike, likes to wear shirts with bright prints. His ex-wife used to make a bunch of them for him with fabric that he picked out. I don’t know that she’s made him a shirt in a long time, since they’re no longer married, but he always seems to have his eye out for interesting fabrics. He pointed me toward Kona Bay Fabrics. Wow. They have some great stuff.

I’ll leave you with a closeup of a couple of blossoms on that fuzzy-leafed thing I have. Perhaps someone knows what it is… This plant has thick stems and leaves, a lot like those on a tuberous begonia, dies back every year, and has these darling three-petaled blossoms most of the summer.

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