Who came up with that phrase, "bright and early"? It seems to me it's a bit of an oxymoron, like "jumbo shrimp." So far as I can tell--and you can bet I don't have a lot of experience--"early" is rarely also "bright." Early is usually dark. "Bright" also fails to describe how I feel when it's early.
Dark, grumpy, and early. That describes what I anticipate for tomorrow morning. Maybe you're wondering why.
Well, the day after my husband got laid off a few weeks back, this came in the mail, addressed to me. When it rains, it pours, doesn't it?
Here in Sacramento, when you're summoned to jury duty, you're basically "on call" for the week of your service. Most trials begin on Mondays and Tuesdays, so those are the days most of the jurors get called in. My group was called for Tuesday morning. Once a juror hauls his or her tired, grumpy self down to the courthouse and sits around for a day without getting picked to serve on a jury, the juror's service is completed--for a year or so. Of course, if a potential juror is selected for a jury, the period of service can go on much longer. But we won't dwell on that.
So, tomorrow morning I have to be down at the courthouse at 8 a.m. Well, more like 7:40 a.m. if I want to get a parking spot in the juror lot. And I'll probably need to stop at Starbucks on the way. Which means leaving my house around the time I usually open one eye, squint at my alarm clock, and calculate whether I can sleep in for another 5 or 10 minutes.
During my lunch hour today, I had to go to JoAnn's to get some of this stuff:
It ended up costing around $50. Because of course, once I got to JoAnn's, I realized I NEEDED more than just adhesive. You know how it is, right? Good thing, though, because now I have these to occupy me during my long day of sitting around the jury room.
And truth to tell, I'm pretty sure I have a couple more quilting magazines around here somewhere that I haven't gotten around to reading yet.
So, tonight I'm going to pack myself a little project bag with my magazines, maybe a book, and maybe a little hand work. I know have a little wool bunny pincushion project I can take. I don't think we can take scissors into the courthouse though. They're probably afraid we'll get so bored down there, we'll want to stab ourselves to death, and with the budget crisis and all, I suspect they don't have a very large janitorial staff to clean up the blood. So, all that considered, I guess I should get off the computer and head into the Sweat Shop and cut anything that may need cutting.
Oh, yeah--I'm going to pack my camera too, so I can document my newest adventure to share with you if we're allowed to take any photos. In the meantime, keep your fingers crossed that I'm not selected to serve on a jury. Because if I am, I'll be sworn to secrecy and THEN what will I have to talk about with you?