My husband and I are a weird couple. We agree on little (we don’t even use the same salt) and to say it makes life together interesting is quite an understatement.
The latest example of that is my husband got a jury duty summons in the mail last week. He WANTS to do it. “I” REALLY don’t.
I wrote down on my desk calendar that he is supposed to appear at the court house in Greenwood at 9am on September 5th. I left the filling out of the two-page form to him.
He actually filled it out and we mailed it back. He gave MY phone number for any communication since he won’t answer his phone, only using it to get the occasional code when he is online.
I’m secretly hoping that the form he filled out will indicate that he might not be the best candidate, though he won’t admit to any health problems (Type II diabetes, 2 strokes, high blood pressure, etc.) He also will not admit having to go to the bathroom urgently or taking several naps daily because he doesn’t sleep well at night.
The reason he wants to do this is that he wants to throw a wrench in the system. He will listen to what is presented, make up his own mind, and then vote that way, dying on his sword if he has to. He would love to be the only vote that keeps a person from being convicted, or making it so the person IS convicted when the rest of the jury wants to let the person go. He loves being perverse and has great confidence in his ability to judge. He won’t tell the truth when asked questions that he knows would cause them to knock him off their list of jurors. It should be interesting.
I really have no room to talk, though. I was called for jury duty YEARS ago here in Greenwood. I sat through two days of routine court stuff. Finally they asked me directly if I would follow the judge’s instructions. I said honestly that I would if they made sense to me. Otherwise, no. Then they asked point blank, if I believed in the judicial system. I answered, again honestly, that I thought it was MEANT to insure fairness, but that it failed miserably in practice, and that I had little faith in it.
I was then invited to leave, and I guess they not only marked my name off the list, but probably BURNED it off. They haven’t contacted me since. I’m definitely not what they are looking for. :0)
SO – two attitudes about serving on a jury. What do you bet my husband sails through with flying colors and is chosen to serve on a jury?
BoredPanda.com – “Funny Signs” – Migle Miliute and Ilona Baliunaite
I’m beginning to think that having ‘attitude’ may be a survival skill. A good, healthy, non-violent hostility toward things is much better than apathy, which is usually paired with feelings of helplessness.
I laughed aloud when I found this sign. I love the sense of humor of the people who remember this man and his attitude enough to have the plaque created and displayed on the park bench. He made a difference in his way.
Attitude paired with determination eventually gets the job done. I’m currently ‘determined’ about several things right now – trying to get new credit cards sent from a company, trying to get a healthcare company to acknowledge they have been paid, trying to get the phone company to acknowledge I gave them a credit card for auto-payment over a month ago now, etc. It seems like it’s always SOMETHING and I’m the only one around here to fight it.
So, I feel a kind of kinship with “Roger Bucklesby” because his attitude has encouraged ME to ‘stay hostile’ and continue to get the job done.
I’m feeling a bit swamped this morning. I know I can’t control things happening in the world. I can’t even control much of what is happening in my own, personal world. I have to fight the urge to cover up my head and just escape.
The 20-year-old trying to assassinate former President Trump at the rally in Pennsylvania yesterday is the latest example of how lost our world is. We are filled with frustration and hate. We have forgotten how to communicate. We want freedom of speech for ourselves, but not for those who have views differing from ours. Once again, innocent people have lost their lives or have been injured.
I feel guilty that I want to escape. I want to insulate myself from all the bad stuff going on around me. Feeling helpless, I strive to find something that is beautiful, something that touches me, something that gives me hope. Me, me, me. Yes, I feel guilty.
I wish there were a “reset” button. A “reboot” button. A “wipe-the-slate-clean-and-start-over” button. While I’m wishing, I wish for a “listening-and-truly-HEARING” button. An “understanding” button. “Empathy.” “Compromise.” “Cooperation.” A “live-and-let-live” button. What about old-style values, such as “respect.”
“You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice.” – Bob Marley
We bought a new coffee pot a couple of days ago, as the first part of solving our problem of ‘stuff’ swirling around in our coffee. At first I thought the ‘stuff’ was grounds, due to my husband’s hands shaking, or our maybe putting too much water in the pot, causing an overflow over the top of the coffee filter and distributing grounds in the coffee maker.
I cleaned the coffee maker really thoroughly, using commercial cleaner, then baking soda, then rinsing really carefully and wiping everything out, plus another running of the carafe and the filter holder through the dishwasher. No dice. STILL stuff in the coffee cups.
We used the new coffee maker. NO ‘stuff’ in the cups at first pour from the pot. We still had problems when we refilled the cups from the big coffee thermos we use. So – we had a problem there, too. There was no way to really clean the thermos any more than I was by putting boiling water and baking soda in there, too -which I did – but that didn’t do the job.
I ordered another thermos from Amazon which was supposed to be delivered Monday. Happily, the guy from Amazon deliveries who has been coming up our driveway (hooray!) lately, came TODAY with the new thermos!
I immediately rinsed out the old thermos and left it to dry, thinking if the world ended and the new one didn’t work, the old one was better than nothing. I started a new pot of coffee in the new pot and got the new thermos ready to receive it.
VOILA! I poured the fresh coffee into the new thermos and there was NOTHING swirling around in my coffee cup! And the coffee tasted good, as well.
There are two instances staring me in the face right now. I’ve been trying to resolve each of them for a couple of weeks or more, and I’m getting NO action. NO resolution of the problem. NO answers, even.
The one thing that I’ve gained from achieving the status of ‘older than dirt’ is that I don’t give up easily. I’m relentless. I don’t give up and I keep good records. EVENTUALLY good things happen, or at least I get some satisfaction.
Can you see me gritting my teeth and preparing to dive in once again?
A nice person commented on one of my posts recently, telling me he wanted to subscribe, but couldn’t find a way to do it on my site. I looked and discovered my “subscribe” button had disappeared. I’ve looked in all my settings, options, etc. and can’t find anything. When I write to get help, I get lots of tutorial stuff or canned answers that aren’t helping.
I’m now trying some weird stuff in an attempt to get something working. Please bear with me if you see something odd on the next blog post you read – maybe even THIS one…
I have enough trouble with tech issues without having mysterious stuff happen to what has been set up for years now.
I’m still trying to learn this. I have always wanted to DO something, wave a magic wand and FIX it, make it go away. I am finally realizing that when I react this way, I’m making it about ME. I’m not trying to, but that’s the result. The quote above is SO important.
People just want to know they are not alone and that someone cares.
Guy Sebastian’s song, “Standing With You” is about this very subject. It hit me right between the eyes when I heard it. I still tear up every time I hear it. He is saying exactly the right thing. He is THERE. He is listening.
Two days ago we had the front and back doors open, the ceiling fans on, enjoying a nice breeze. Now we have freeze warnings through Thursday, causing a flurry of activity yesterday in the Lewis household, trying to prevent pipes from freezing, turning off irrigation systems, etc.
The thing is, once we get through Thursday, we have lots warmer weather coming – no freezes and highs in the mid to upper 60s and 70s!
What I want to know is – who is in charge? I would like to lodge a note of diplomatic protest to the powers that be for this to be changed – along with Daylight Savings Time…
It looks like we have one more week of unseasonably warm weather before we get more fall-like around here. We’re soaking up the lower humidity and being able to have the doors open and the ceiling fans on – the a/c off – enjoying the breezes. I’m trying to make myself do some clean up in the yard, but the ‘lazies’ have swept me away lately.
Vince, the sign guy – Indian Hills Community Center
The above is much like my hair looked before I went for ‘healing’ at Tangles, the beauty salon owned and run by Michael Remillard in Greenwood Arkansas. 479-357-9305. My husband and I have been going to him for MANY years and would be lost without him.
He can’t do anything about the rest of me, but my hair now looks like a plan was involved, and I’ll be able to wash and blow it dry daily in a matter of a few minutes.
A woman’s home is an ego thing, much like a teenage or young man’s car when he’s dating. The guy spends hours vacuuming, washing and waxing his car, even cleaning the wheels before he picks up his date. His car is an extension of HIM – the best he can afford at the time, and he spends most of his time on that, and only secondarily on himself. The teenage or young girl spends hours getting ready for her date, washing and buffing every part of her, agonizing over what to wear, etc.
When a woman has a home, it reflects HER. Not only how it is decorated, but its cleanliness. If someone is coming, she either schedules it AFTER the cleaning people have done their thing, or dashes around like a mad thing, vacuuming, polishing, fluffing pillows, dusting, straightening things, scrubbing bathrooms.
I have finished vacuuming the tiled areas of the first floor (utility room, 2 half baths, the dining area, the kitchen, and the pantry, plus the carpeted living room. I’m resting a bit and then will finish the office and the foyer, and then move the vacuum to the 2nd floor. I don’t mind if my house isn’t ready for “House Beautiful” to come in and photograph when the pest control guy comes, but I really don’t want a hairball to grab him by the leg as he tries to move through a room, or for him to be grossed out by anything.
Once the vacuuming is done, anything more will be gravy. He’ll be able to do his job without flying hairballs and my ego will remain intact. :0)