I had not been summoned to jury duty since I was 19 years old. The system finally caught up to me. I had to call the night before and was hoping they would just say – thank you for your service. However, that was not the case – I was to show up at to the courthouse. I came early to find parking and get through the security process. I walked down the long hallway to the jury assembly room where I was greeted with a lady who said to scan my summons and fill out a questionnaire. Once I completed it, I sat down with the other 150 people whose fateful turn for jury duty happened to be the same day.
Friday, September 16, 2016
Friday, September 2, 2016
A morning at the farmer’s market can be an inspiring event. As I stroll through the isles of produce and artesian items, I am intrigued by where the produce came from and the story behind it. Whether it is the handmade artesian cheese, hand extracted honey or pickled vegetables - the story is fascinating. When hubby and I walk to the farmer’s market on a Saturday morning, we get our exercise in along with an assortment of market delights. Typically hubby goes to the coffee vendor and I rush to the bakery to get the last few cheese puffs. Hubby gets me a hibiscus tea to carry with me through our journey. A bit of ritual and tradition is nice thing to have in your life.