8:15 AM In the jury pool room. (No, there are no pool tables)
I am the most fortunate of jurors. I have secured a lovely spot at a table in the corner where my back is safe and I can survey the room with some kind of anonymity. Urbane people sit near by, reading. I am among the bookish. One man is reading 4 Blind Mice by James Patterson, another man reads the newspaper, and a lady next to me is reading French. I'm telling you I am among the eggheads in this room.
Other prospective jurors file past clutching their summons in sweaty palms on their way to checking in. People that come in all shapes and sizes, colors and occupations, for I suppose this is one place that knows no prejudice. It's too bad that this same quality does not spill over into the jury room. For my earnest friends, it irks me to no end how juries are selected these days. Seems to me the first 12 people who show up that don't know the lawyers or the litigants, get the job. But since I don't run this show (more's the pity) I have to go through the agonizing process of watching this game play itself out.
But for now we are the brotherhood of the many, the varied, the disgruntled, and the anxious in jury waiting room number 203.
Later:
There are TVs hanging off the walls in here, but the sound is completely off. We're watching Fox News Channel and only get to see the scrolling bad news at the bottom of the screen and some concerned looking reporter standing in the dark on the other side of the world.
My goodness there's a petite lady that has brought her fringed pillow with her to court. Looks like it came off her couch. I almost thought it was a stuffed animal at first. It must be her security pillow, her pillow away from home, her soft place to land, her…. (okay I’ll stop)
There are students and retirees and a man in the black corduroy suit standing in line. And one industrious person sits with his laptop plugged in at the next table. It's open and he has his cell phone glued to his ear. This means something, although at this moment I'm not sure what. It's tempting to begin my recurring techno-rant, but I'll resist this temptation today. There are too many other things to think about at the moment. I could start writing on my novel, but I'm going to wait for the big instruction speech that is promised in five minutes if we are very good boys and girls.
Post Speech:
This room is becoming way too crowded! I find it amazing that they cram so many people into this space. I think it would be really fun to start mooing and see if we all could get in the act. A sort of juror’s mooteny. If I can do laugh sauna in yoga, I could start the mooing. What is laugh sauna you ask? Well it's something Sarah has us do in class, usually near the end. You lay on your back and kick your feet up in the air kind of like you were bicycling and punch your arms sort of like you are throwing a tantrum, and then you laugh. You just start laughing and you keep laughing for about a minute and a half (that’s our record) I'm sure the people out in the weight room at the gym think we have all lost our minds. But boy is it fun and you feel so relaxed and happy when you're finished.
All right enough of this I am going to start writing some on my story.
After lunch.
I have written for several hours solid. The time has flown by! (You were right Solo) I have filled 18 sheets of binder paper! Woo Hoo. Of course I will have to type this all in tomorrow, but I had a blast. Actually I will use Dragon Naturally Speaking to do the bulk of it and clean it up as I go. Dragon is good, but far from perfect.
It doesn’t know the difference between to and two, or their and there and lots of times it just makes stuff up. Just to see if you are paying attention.
I also got into a courtroom to hear the interesting news that the trial is expected to last about 4 months. No one is on the jury yet. We all had to fill out a questionnaire and come back on the 5th of November. So I will have a day off to work on getting my words in the computer on the novel. The REAL business at hand !
Whew! Enough already….!
And in honorable mention as second best thing of the day…. Viva la Light Rail System!
The downtown traveler’s friend. No traffic hassles and parking nightmares. They even gave me free tickets at the window in the jury waiting room.
You will excuse me now, I have to go ravish my husband who has just gotten home from being out of town for four days…. Byeeeee !