Well, I’ve still yet to see the inside of a courtroom, and that’s just fine by me. I spent about two hours waiting to see if I’d be called as a character witness (as did several other women), but I never was. The mystery of the courtroom will continue… And the lemon meringue pie didn’t materialize. I was forced to settle for chocolate, and while good, it was a bit of a letdown. Huge sigh of relief that that’s over. Of course I could still be asked to appear for the final hearing, but maybe not…
In other news, I think I may have a mini Bermuda triangle or jinx spot at the entrance to my little section of the subdivision. I walk through it virtually everyday to walk my dog and have never had an issue. However…the bird mentioned a few post ago was found right in the middle of it, and today as I walked through, the man walking his dog on the other side of the street stepped on a tennis ball, his legs flew out from under him, and he hung, suspended, arms out, legs out, completely horizontal for one freaky second. Then he went down hard and rolled.
His dog was standing there with no one holding the leash, so I tried to get my dog under control so she wouldn’t spook his dog, while still trying to keep an eye on the man to see how he was doing. When he sat up, I asked if he was okay, and he confirmed that he was, and he got up to keep walking (now with a limp and a clearly hurt arm), but I was totally freaked. It was like a cartoon: seemingly physically impossible, and yet I saw it happen. Crazy.
I’m going to have to watch my step in the Triangle