Wait, ita, are you a citizen? I didn't know that. I wouldn't think you'd be eligible.

How to understand what's going on around him, in front of him, behind him, and far ahead of him.

I still struggle with that.

Our house mate has his driver's test tomorrow, and he's 32. He just had a driver's ed course, and for some reason they taught him that you never, ever go through a yellow light. So he will stomp on the brakes with both feet if the light turns yellow right ahead of him. He's going to get rear-ended like this, and he's driving our car. Hubby generally drives with him and has tried to say that you stop for a yellow light if you can safely do so and slamming on the brakes is very rarely a good idea. But Housemate is obsessively law-abiding and has a very hard time with the idea of a rule having nuances. Yellow Light=Stop, for him, not Yellow Light=Make a decision on whether you have time to stop reasonably quickly and will you get hit if you stop.

ita, if you call the main courthouse, they should be able to search for you by name.

DC is SO regular, I never have to guess. Two years and two days from my previous summons, the new one is in the mailbox. And I only ever get called for one kind of jury (thank god I've never been called for a grand jury) that I could just show up and I'd be in the right room.

how I need to teach him how to read traffic. How to understand what's going on around him, in front of him, behind him, and far ahead of him.

We talked about this a lot and I basically told him that is his homework. Whenever we are in the car, I want him paying attention to what is happening around us but he isn't allowed to tell me unless we are stopped. Don't need any "Mom, watch out for xxxx".

Bonnie, I'm glad you found him chill. He has been BUGGING me for a dog since our trip, but I think he really wants to snitch Bartleby.

Since I'm on the subject of CJ, he has managed to turn his role as "Gangster #4" in Guys and Dolls into having a couple of lines and he recently picked up being Angie the Ox. Just bought him new black dress pants and a black dress shirt, plus a purple, white, and black striped tie. The costume department has a dark olive suit jacket and a black hat for him. Gangster with a dash of Joker.

Yellow Light=Stop, for him

That would be truly dangerous around here. Eek.

ita, my county has a bunch of jury duty related info up on the web, and can look up summons #s by name. There might even be an automated phone thingy that you can reach over the weekend to at least find out if you are supposed to report or whatever. It's on the website for the courts, iirc.

Failing that, DH forgot about jury duty until he found the summons after he was supposed to report, and when he called to find out what to do they just rescheduled him and thanked him for not ignoring it completely. So you could always try that route.

Colorado has much longer yellow lights than California. It took me a long time to be comfortable with being the second or third car through a yellow light (still not really comfy). Stopping at the first sight of yellow here would be VERY dangerous.

I have yet to be summoned (knock on wood) since I moved here coming up on 3 years ago.

I totally wait for cars to actually come to a full stop, even if I have the walk signal. Sometimes I think people take our ever so convenient light countdowns as a challenge.

4 second? I can make that from a half block away, no sweat! Vroom!

Our house mate has his driver's test tomorrow, and he's 32. He just had a driver's ed course, and for some reason they taught him that you never, ever go through a yellow light.

Usually only 1 or 2 should go through. It's much easier though when there's a pedestrian crossing at the light. If you see the red hand, you should stop.

Also, call first thing in the am. And if you don't get a response, show up anyway and ask. PITA.

Or hope you just got it confused with mine. Which I successfully got deferred until May, but got such a low number, I am not hopeful about getting out of it.

Today I: marketed, did my weekly TJ and Target runs, did a load of laundry and swam my 2 miles (with better times than last, thank goodness.) But why do I feel slothful to succumbing to a Loki-nap in the middle of the day? They are impossible to resist: he flops on your torso and completely passes out, so why not? Warm, intermittently purring 15 lbs of cat, occasionally stretching to tuck a paw into the curve of your neck. He's such a cuddler.

ION, I hooked up someone in the neighborhood with the cat rescue/fostering collective at work a couple weeks back, though their services were ultimately not needed. Until this week, and now the lady who sort of heads the rescue has a neighborhood semi-feral and a litter of three kittens in house. Unfortunately, she got bit (freakish accident, she didn't see mama in a dark corner and grabbed her when she meant to grab a boot and mama fuh-reaked) and spent 40 hours on iv antibiotics as a result. She's all "goes with the territory" but I feel somewhat responsible, even though I know she's delighted to have kittens in the house again, after losing two of her regular cats to old age recently.

So I need to do something for her. Even if it is just buy a bag of food.

I expect when I lose Mister Kitty, I'll be working with her to find Loki an appropriate playmate, to spare Devi.

I always feel so bad saying that, but it's a realistic perspective. I can see MK just getting older. The peeing on the feet is happening more. His back end is much more wobbly. The weird yowling in an empty room is happening more, and from what I've heard, that's kinda a kitty dementia thing. But he's so happy and open to attention and limited wrestling with Loki, so..I'll take what I can get.