I think when spring fever hits, it does make one a bit crazy. It is so hard to be in the house. There is so much to do and so much to see.
I thought I would show you a picture of The Field of Dreams 2015.
We will see which group does better, the ones out in the blistering heat or the ones that will be protected.
It gets so hot out there, I need to get a thermometer, and keep track of the difference in the heat.
I managed to finally finish up my guinea rug. I think it will be called My Three Guineas. Now to bind it.
I got my jury summons in the mail. About the only good thing is it didn't come on my birthday. You know I try to never, ever break the law. I have sat and thought of ways I could be a felon if I could get out of this. I thought maybe if I blew up my mail box. Then I thought, why do I freak out so bad. I don't think I would mind if so bad if I could be on a trial say for a property dispute, or I wouldn't even mind a meth lab, but every single time I have gone, it is for the most heinous murders, child molestations, and horrible stuff like that. I am sick for months, heck years in some cases, and I have nightmares so bad for the next few months afterwards. I will go though and be a good citizen. Thank goodness I have two more weeks of freedom. I always enjoy being there once I get there, I see people I haven''t seen in years, I meet nice people. It is just the court room things. I don't like the part when they put me in the jury box, and question me about my life going back to the day I was born. Depending on the case. That is when I always feel like the accused has more rights than I do, at least they have a lawyer who will object when something is asked that shouldn't be.
Aw well, I am gong to enjoy these next two weeks and pray like crazy I don't get picked for a trial. In our local paper, there have been some really bad things going on and I am a little nervous about trials coming up.
I keep telling myself it is a privilege. I just wish it felt that way.
Have a great week!
“The life of faith is lived one day at a time, and it has to be lived - not always looked forward to as though the "real" living were around the next corner. It is today for which we are responsible. God still owns tomorrow.”
― Elisabeth Elliot- Let Me Be A Woman.