Yesterday was the second Jury Draw (of the three that I have to endure to meet my civic duty this year) and I spent 8 hours sitting on a hard wooden bench with only a thin cushion (very thin. Like 1/2 inch thin. Thin.) to protect my bony little butt.*
The good news is that I got the cuff of a sock knit. The bad news is that I'll probably have to rip it out. While I like a little negative ease in my socks, this one is turning out a little too negative-easish. Like somewhere between tourniquet and Chinese footbinding. I'm not even going to bother taking a photo, since I'm going to rip it. So the good news 2 is that I'll be able to knit it over, and it's good that I have knitting to look forward to because the bad news 2 is that we didn't finish picking a jury and have to go back next Thursday to continue the whole longwinded boring process.
*sigh*
* My theory is that they don't want us to get too comfortable and fall asleep from boredom. Which I did anyway. I seem to be making a habit of sleeping in the courtroom. Maybe I should point this out if they try to select me for a jury. I'm sure it wouldn't look good if the bailiff had to keep poking me to wake me up.
7 comments:
You got to take your knitting with you for jury selection? I'm jealous! The last time I was called for jury duty I had to leave my knitting at the security desk and then sit in an empty courtroom for hours twiddling my thumbs. I could see no knitting while the trial is going on, but we hadn't even started jury selection. I even packed wooden needles! I wish our county was more enlightened.
Oh my...
Could it be the cuff of a mitten for a little person? Then you wouldn't have to rip. ;^)
Ow. Getting sciatic pain from a bench would be a miserable fate. THey don't allow knitting needles in this great state of mine.
At least you were able to take your knitting... If you get selected, I wonder if they would let you knit through the trial
Take a pillow. Maybe they will get the hint and improve the seating.
It depends on the judge whether or not you can knit. I supposed the entire county/state/national system could make a ruling but, for the moment, it's up the judge at my places. (So I've knit in a few court rooms and not in others. I had one judge look down and exclaim: "Are you knitting??" and I looked up, made eye contact, and said: "and I'm hanging on your every word, Your Honor.")
Then there's the time I knit *during* the trial ...
I brought my knitting with me but that was in the ancient past. Think before smart phones and lap tops were common.
During jury selection, one of the attorneys was nagging at me for knitting. He lost the bet when I said "But I don't knit with my ears!"
Needless to say, I was released for the day! :-)
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