I was *not* selected to be on a jury today, whew.
Voir dire
was the longest I have ever been through. We started as a group of 75 at 8:30, had a morning break, an hour lunch, and an afternoon break. Thirteen were selected, and the rest of us were dismissed at 3:45.
I'm
very
glad to have not been selected. The charges are seven counts of child neglect and abuse, one involving the death of a three-week-old. The prosecutor warned there would be extensive medical testimony, including pictures. Eeeegh.
One entertaining side note -- one of the jury pool was a guy in his twenties with a shaved head and extensive tattooing on his scalp and neck and beyond. From his left temple to above his left ear, he had in big bold letters "NOT GUILTY."
He's not on the jury, either.
I used to know a guy who was extensively tattooed all over, including his scalp; he had "FUCK DISCO" on the back of his head. It was always interesting to sit behind him at church.
Thankfully we've never had any inheritance shenanigans that I'm aware of in my family, but then again hardly anyone who's passed away has had much property to speak of, and the currently living ones who do are in good health and have kids who get along well.
I think my mom was a bit disappointed about a family heirloom ring going to an in-law rather than her, but the conversations where my great aunt promised it to her happened more than six decades ago and I think were long forgotten—or never known about in the first place—by everyone but her. (If I'd known the recipient I might have felt her out about an offer of fair market value for it, but that would be an extremely awkward conversation to have with someone you just met at a funeral.)
Ahhrg, pool closed, no swim. But I got some errands run.
I used to know a guy who was extensively tattooed all over, including his scalp; he had "FUCK DISCO" on the back of his head. It was always interesting to sit behind him at church.
Especially when the recessional music is "Stayin' Alive" during Lent.
Oh! There's a woman in my church choir who's a physicist or something, and during Lent she wore a "Schrodinger's cat is dead" tshirt a lot. On Easter she wore a "Schrodinger's cat is alive" one. HA!
Booyah, Reds! Managed to pull out some nice batting and SUH-WEET defense at the end there.
I know it's scary to think about any kind of chronic illness, Steph, but I'm glad Tim has a diagnosis.
Drew, I'm so sorry your sister did that to you. Family can be so awful.
The charges are seven counts of child neglect and abuse, one involving the death of a three-week-old. The prosecutor warned there would be extensive medical testimony, including pictures. Eeeegh.
Oh, I don't think I could sit on that jury either. Not something involving kids. Or animals, actually.
Oh, good Lord. The day Tim is diagnosed with RA, we get a letter from Humana saying that they're no longer going to offer our current plan, and we can either get insurance through a marketplace dealie or another plan with Tim's employer. (His company is small enough that apparently they're all going "WTF?!?" about this, and I'm sure we'll have a new insurance plan in place by July 1, but it was just really bad timing and so now I'm one giant ball of stress and jitters, yay.)
