Just a thought… In the rush to return to normal, let’s use this time to consider which parts of normal are worth rushing back to. [Dave Hollis]
So we’ll file one this under: All Dressed Up with No Place to Judge. As I told you here a week or so ago, I got a notice in the mail that I was being called for jury selection – 9:00 am, courthouse, June 12, be there. Okay. Then, on Friday I get a call saying, “Your call time is now 12:30 – you’ll be notified if you’re not needed.”
So, lo and behold, I’m dressed Saturday, eye makeup done (’cause why bother with the rest – mask and all) and we’re packing my “go” bag: laptop, part of a manuscript I’m reading, ICE drink, and so on, and my phone rings. Sure enough, it’s Ryan from the sheriff’s office (we have a sheriff?) and they’ve got all the jurors they need.
I asked him if I can expect to be called again in another few months or years and he said it’s random: if you vote, you’re in the pool. So…a great deal: you get none of the people you vote for AND you get to be in the pool for jury duty. Cool.
It was a pretty huge relief to get that call, ’cause an awful lot was put on hold. Getaways up island? Not so fast. Visit to the mainland to see Dad? Better not. Recording sessions for interviews I have to do? Had to let guests know they were in jeopardy.
And then there’s our own home lives: a whole new venture, my Drift with Erin Davis sleep stories are due to drop tomorrow on Apple and wherever you download your favourite podcasts. I’ll do a special journal here when it’s for-sure-for-sure there, but I wanted to give you a heads up. So you can see, a whole lot would have been thrown into the Vitamix if that jury thing had gone ahead.
Hey and thanks for the great birthday wishes for my dad on Friday. He’s doing really well and I think that the end of lockdown has been good for his sense of humour: when my sister asked him, “Hey Dad, you ready for a visitor?” he answers, quick as you like, “Why, am I getting my period?”
Yeah – you can sure tell he was surrounded by five women for a lot of years (mom and my sisters and me). He’s back and we’re so grateful. Dad adds that, come July, choir returns and he says there’s no need to add new material, because they’ve all forgotten what they’d already learned. Oh, Dad.
Yes, there’s a lot to be said for getting back to normal, isn’t there? And I’ll have another new journal for you here soon with good news!