We had been talking about a vacation, but not doing anything to make it happen. On Saturday I was looking at places by the sea, and by the end of the day a short trip to the Oregon Coast was planned and booked for later in the month.
Yesterday, in the jury pool room, my number was called, they handed us a questionnaire (not a good sign). It asked if we would have a problem being on a trial that involves a death? And if we were available for most of the month?
My insides went into knots. I wrote that we had plans, and had paid for, a family vacation. I focused on the ocean, seeing myself there, hoping K. and Moon wouldn't be going without me, that I'd be looking at and listening to the waves, rather than crime scene photos and mourning family members. I was excused!
Once home, I looked up the case. Horrific. Such relief not to be a part of it. I am serving on a different trial for the next week or so. Fine.
All of this put me completely out of sorts last night, that and this being Blue's last week home until Christmas, and it's hot. We always go around the table and say something we're grateful for before dinner. "I'm just sad," I said, and left the table crying.
Later, I gathered these cloths and a new idea is forming- a booklet-talisman-prayer-cloth sort of thing. I'll take it with me to court today.
Wishing you all, and the world, some pieces of peace.
