The beach would be nice, but I’m not sure if we’ll make it down to Galveston this weekend.
If not, we’ll settle for bike rides and walks in the park.  If I’m lucky, there’ll also be Mexican food.  If I’m industrious, there’ll be gluten-free roll-out sugar cookies decorated by the boys.  We’ll see…

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

Today I have something on my agenda besides writing, volunteering, and the general minutiae of life.  And I wish I didn’t.  I long for the calm, quiet days of working diligently, peacefully, with little human contact.  (Sounds great, doesn’t it??)  But today, I must interact.  Today I have to go to court.

I have never been inside a courtroom.  All my expectations are being culled from Perry Mason, Legally Blonde, and other Hollywood creations.  I’m anxious to see how the real thing measures up.

I didn’t imagine picking an outfit for this project would be so difficult, but when I went into my closet last night, thinking to quickly pull something together, I realized I have no spring/summer dress pants.  Really.  I have jeans, courduroys, track pants, yoga pants, but no pants appropriate for court.  I have capris, but they don’t seem serious somehow.  I really didn’t want to wear a skirt or a dress, but I ended up in one anyway.  I’m wearing a long black skirt with a subtle pattern, a black blouse and a black blazer.  I feel very grim.

Luckily, they’re looking for a character witness and not a fashionista.

I’ve already had the pre-game with the lawyer this morning, and that was relatively painless.  He even indicated that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have time for me.  That possibility thrilled me to pieces.  I want to be helpful–I totally do–but I can see myself breaking under thes stress:   The lawyer for the opposition asking me a question, and me saying, “No, but–”  and him bellowing, “NO FURTHER QUESTIONS!”  Maybe I’m working myself up for nothing.  But this is a big deal.  It’s not my big deal, but it’s a big deal for a friend of mine.  So I’m tense with nerves and anxiety…and maybe a little nausea.  And my heartbeat is crazy erratic.  I need to calm down.

Good or bad, I will be treating myself to a theraputic slice of lemon meringue pie when it’s all over.