It’s been an orange week for me with cars and bags but by far the most exhilarating was receiving all the online help I’ve written for Xero published as a real book. It was quite overwhelming to see all the work I’ve done in something as ‘traditional’ as a book. I know how much work I’ve done, I know how much there is, I’ve seen it all printed out but now that it’s in an actual book it’s kind of hit home. And the reaction I’ve had from others is so uplifting (I’ve been waving it all over the place showing everyone at work, one of our board members I saw in the street and the guys that make the coffee) - everyone is so amazed and so interested and so impressed that I’ve written enough to fill 350 pages – it’s the size of a real book. Someone at work has now had the idea of getting her brother’s blog printed out as a book as a gift for him.
I’ve ignored the green ones, the grey ones and the black ones and yipeeeeeee now there are orange ones. The person bleeping our bread and cheese and produce said she’d never seen someone so excited about getting a Moore Wilson’s bag!
A friend texted the other night to say there was an absolute nutter on a Porsche documentary who ordered a totally orange Porsche. Must be something to do with orangeaholics that when you love the colour you’re totally obsessed!
I’m not sure if this is the actual car but it’s extremely orange.
I went and had a wander around the Kirkcaldie & Stains department store sale yesterday. Wander is a thing I shouldn’t have been able to do. It was rather disappointing. The sale used to be ‘Kirk’s’ stuff cheap, now it’s cheap stuff in Kirk’s. It seems they import a whole lot of stuff that they don’t normally sell – big bottles of pink bathwash and 5-packs of knickers and thinner towels and put sales tickets on them. The store just wasn’t as crowded as it usually is on the first day and I came away with nothing. Usually I manage to pick up something from their normal stock that’s going cheap – a bottle of perfume, a jumper, some earrings. Sigh.
The wall near where *my* yoga space is has been painted orange! A rather long curving wall which looks just awesome. There was a bit of discussion last week about whether it was yellow or orange but since then it’s had another coat of paint and it’s definitely orange. When I’m lying/standing in my spot I can see an orange glow on my arms – all good
Danielle’s back! So we have a house full for for a few months – will be very strange to have someone who’s always been a guest being a flatmate. God, how many years is it since I’ve had a flatmate … must be about 1996 when another friend stayed for 6 months.
Hmmm, I hope the Mister & I are not too strange to live with!
Perhaps I can re-write the pamphlet for the Justice Department – it’s all so familiar to me now. Can’t believe I was there Monday and today for the 2nd time in 6 months, 3rd time in 3 years. I was balloted into the trial room both days but not called for the jury box.
My observations are a bit more scathing this time and there’s no easy and less snobby way to state them. I had a good look around the room this time, trying to see who was there and work out if there was some system at work that had me there for the 3rd time.
The people I heard talking were all trying to figure out how to avoid getting on a jury – discussing what they were wearing or reading, how they could look or act to make them get challenged. Apart from the reasonable chance that the case would be pretty revolting to participate in, what is it other than the disruption to work that would make them so adamant that they didn’t want to be there?
I shames me to admit that I was just a guilty as the lawyers looking up and down people called to the jury box in my impression of the people on jury service this week. Completely by the look of people I surmised that there were no doctors, financial experts, real estate agents, business owners, entrerpreneurs, IT people etc. Well if there were, they were not from the private sector. It struck me that Government workers probably have no legitimate excuse for getting out of jury service, that everyone in the private sector is too busy, too important, too critical in the revenue generation of their company to spend what is likely to only be 2 or 3 stints of 2 hours out of the office sitting in a waiting room.
Is there something wrong with me that I don’t mind doing it? I never thought of myself as being on a moral, political or social high ground … rather apathetic and more than happy to sit on the fence but by my willingness to go do this and to not fight it or find an excuse to not do it, in my calm temperament in the face of being chosen does this mean I actually *do* have an opinion?
Is there a ‘best practice’ response expected when called for jury service? Like every I’ve told that I’m doing it this week immediate says “oh no! Can’t you get out of it?“ and when I say I’m not bothered, I’m asked “why would you *want* to do it?“. And everyone there saying “god I hope I don’t get picked.“ Is this a conditioned response so that you seem ‘normal’?
I can’t imagine the Mister attending. Mostly because I just can’t see him sitting in a room waiting. No computers, no TV, just sitting. The jury waiting rooms are just like every American TV show or movie that takes the character down to the DMV to take a ticket and wait to renew their licence.
Sunday surfin’ brought me to this incredible video on YouTube. This cat plays along with her owner and her piano students. It’s just amazing and worthy of lots of cat-voice coo’ing (For those uninitiated on YouTube, in this particular instance you DO double-click on the arrow to watch the video. All those years of drumming in to you that you “only click ONCE on the internet“ is out the window in this case sorry!)
