About ten minutes after I wrote my last post about being able to work like normal, they called my number. Seven hours later at the end of the day I was seated on a jery (mispelling intentional to prevent searches being associated with my name). This means I must be incommunicado until it’s done.
But here’s my observation on EVERYONE who commented about my jery duty. No one wants to do it, and everyone seemed to have an angle for getting out of it. As I went through the process myself, though, it developed more into an act of God. That is, responding truthfully to each stage of questioning resulted in the outcome I now must live with (being seated on a jery). Had I put an angle on it, I may have found an excuse, but I couldn’t do it with a clear conscience.
So now my American Government class will become more than just book knowledge.
Here I sit at the Orange County Courthouse doing my civic responsibility of jery duty (mispelling intentional). More than 300 people showed up mostly AT THEIR OWN EXPENSE today to provide a pool of jery candidates. The suspects we are to try may have stolen $500 of merchandise from a store (I have no idea which trials are on the docket this is just an example), but I guarantee you the value of what he/she stole from the rest of the county in lost work hours is far more. I was initially happy to serve my jery duty, but now that I see what this costs, I sure hope this is something more grave like a merder trial.
Meanwhile, I can keep working today as though nothing but my immediate surrounds were different. They called out a group of about 100 people already and marched them off for duty, and the remaining 200 of us wait like prisoners for our next instructions.
[After getting some instructions, let me clarify that nothing above constitutes the expression of an opinion based on any information about any trial. I have no knowledge of any detail of any trial on the dockets today. I could have written the above comment last night. I wouldn’t want this whole batch of people dismissed because I expressed an opinion.]
Ever since moving back from Budapest almost two years ago I have wanted to get a motorcycle. Maybe it was all the big American cars around that made me want something opposite that; maybe it was that I owned one too many of those big American cars myself. Either way, when I found out that the local Harley dealership offered classes I decided to do it and got a few friends to join me.
We had classroom instruction last night and parking lot maneuvers today for six hours. Today was really fun! I get why people like riding motorcycles so much – and we never left the parking lot. This class includes a free one-day rental of a Harley. We plan to terrorize our neighborhoods on that day and are looking forward to it. (Not sure our wives are ready to be Harley chicks quite yet.)
Partly scary about the whole thing is that we fell right into the demographic they sell to: 40 – 60 year olds. Ouch. All the Harley promotional videos and safety films had middle aged men and women in them.
Campus Crusade for Christ fielded a team of 326 (or so) runners and walkers for the IOA 5K tonight. It had been 8 years since my last 5K, so I wasn’t sure if I would be able to run it well. While I posted my lifetime slowest 5K time, it was good enough to beat my other 40 year old friends. Best of all was simply being able to run it and finish without injury. It’s been over a year since I’ve been able to run, and I thought I would have to give it up for good. But cross-training on my bike, weight lifting and chondroitin for my knees seems to have done the trick.
We’re selling our van. This affordable family vehicle is a great value! Now that we have a third working car we’re ready to find another owner for our second van. If you live in Orlando and want to take a look, send us an email and let us know.