Duty Calls…

Yesterday…the mail came…now…I know…that isn’t a momentous occasion…and…there are days that I even forget to check mine…but…since it was my birthday…I thought…there might be a card in there…so I checked…

Nope…no card…but…there was a mysteriously official looking envelope…one that you have to read the directions to know which strip to tear off first…at first glance…I thought it might be a new look for my paystub…then…I saw the return address…Circuit Court

Now…in my experience…that only means one thing…jury duty

I wasn’t excited…it was my birthday…I was hoping for a surprise…I got one…just not what I wanted…it was jury duty…right in the middle of my summer vacation…I mean…couldn’t it have been during the school year…

I must admit…I whined…it wasn’t that I didn’t want to serve my community…well…okay…I didn’t really…but…that has more to do with the structure of sitting in a courtroom…with limited bathroom breaks…and an old bladder…than lack of civil mindedness…but…the main thing…it’s summer vacation…and…I’m selfish…I didn’t want to give them a week of my break…why didn’t they want me during the school year…I would have gone then…I wouldn’t have whined…well…not…as much…anyway…

Bertha…rolled her eyes…pointing out…that our penal system…allows every person…a trial by a jury of their peers…then…asks…do I really think any of my peers would be on trial…

You know…divorced…plump…middle aged…nurses…who prefer writing to bedpans…who no longer dye their hair…whose children are grown and gone…who keep a so-so house…enjoy cycling…and can’t quite stay in Twitter’s good graces…and…haven’t had a date…in…well…that’s irrelevant…overruled…and…who put up with an inner voice named…Bertha

Well…she had a point…I haven’t seen a lot of those kooky characters running around lately…but…somehow…I know that the court’s sense of peers…and…hers…isn’t the same…recalling…years ago serving on a case of a farmer who was suing the highway department…

Before we could get into the…peer…debate…my theory being…it’s a small community…everybody knows everybody…and…if I don’t have strong ties on either side…then…I am a peer…but…I digress…

Anyway…about that time…I looked at the date…hmmm…the week that I am called for…coincides with the dates that I have agreed to work summer school…because…all the other school nurses…including the Judge’s wife…it is a small community…are going to a conference…I’d just worked that out with my supervisor…an hour before I got the notice…

Since…there’s no one else to work those days…and…since we have to have a nurse at the school for a student with healthcare needs…I’ll probably have to ask for a reschedule…preferably during the school year…just saying…

Jane

Bertha’s Hydrangeas…

I always say…it doesn’t take much to make me happy…and…while I know that isn’t true on many levels…I do love my creature comforts…and clothes…and shoesand…well…you get the picture…I don’t think anything touches my heart…and…brings me true joy…as much as nature…

Today is my birthday…and…when I went outside this morning…I discovered that it had rained overnight…which was a nice gift from nature…because…I didn’t have to water…but…it also left everything looking so beautiful…

Right now…my hydrangeas…are particularly prolific…which reminded me…last fall…I almost…inadvertently…cut off their spring buds…but…even though I had the pruners out…I had a gut feeling that I should research it…before I snipped…

So…today…as I look at all those gorgeous blossoms…I’m so grateful that I listened to that…still…quiet…voice…that…said…wait…stop…that isn’t the best thing to do

I wish…it was always…that easy…to hear the voice…to listen to it…and to see the results…unfortunately…in my life…it’s fuzzier than that…I hear the voice…I call itBertha…then…I tussle with it…is that really what I’m hearing…how can I be certain…why can’t I just Google this…and…the results are more nebulous…because…I can’t know for sure…how things would have turned out…if I’d gone the other way…

All I know is…I’m really making an effort to listen more…and…to act on…Bertha’s words…and…every time I look at my abundant hydrangea blossoms…I’m going to remind myself…to trust her more…this is my proof…that she is right on…

Jane