Yes, I was selected for jury duty this week. At first, like most others, I cringed at the thought of it, and decided to wear my full black cassock and one of those little beanies that the Pope-wannabes wear. But upon further reflection and prayer, and after finishing this excellent book, I decided that this is the best time of the church year to be called to serve. And dagummit, serve I will! It helped that serving meant driving into Providence on the two hottest days of the year to an air-conditioned building.
After about two hours of jury instruction yesterday, I waited in the juror’s lounge–three rooms in all: one with a tv tuned into whatever junk NBC has on from 9-noon, one with a tv tuned into ESPN2 (not qualilty programming until noon when Euro 2008 comes on) and the quiet room. That’s where I went, to read, perchance to dream, and I really did get lots done. Needless to say, I was one of the 33 or so jurors who were never called to even try to get on a case; we were all let go both days at around noon.
I just checked, and it’s 84 in the church. It’s a cool 80 in the parish hall. Thanks to the vestry of 2005 for approving a wall a/c unit for the office.
