Life, as I see it : Jury Duty.

I’ve been called for Jury Duty this coming week. It’s a wait and see kind of thing of course. I have to wait until the evening before to see if I even have to report.

I’ve never sat on a jury before. I’ve covered trials when I was a newspaper reporter, but I’ve never been a juror. 

I know it’s our civic duty to do so, but I’ve wondered if I would be well suited to decide another person’s future.

I don’t have a lot of confidence that I am well suited at all.

I’ve reported on a murder trial before. The entire process was emotional and it went on for days. 

In the end, the young guy who had upfront admitted his crime was sentenced to death. Being responsible to hand down that judgment is where I think I would fail as a juror. 

I’m not saying right or wrong; I’m just admitting that I don’t think that I could do it. That’s my flaw and no one else’s flaw.

We’ll see what the week brings.

Finally, we’ve had a few days of sunshine. With a little hired help, we’ve started the outdoor/garage cleanup. The next step is weed-eating and exterior painting. Lucky for us, we have a talented friend who is willing to help. 

God sends to us the people we need in our lives.

Ironically for me, they all seem to be named Tom. I married a Tom, our friend who helps with handyman stuff is Tom, and yesterday he brought along a buddy to help out. You guessed it. His name was Tom.

It seems fitting somehow since one of the most beloved people in my life was my dear late cousin Tom. I miss him a lot.

Tomorrow I go to my final exam for my cataract surgeries. I’m doing great as far as I can tell. I’m thinking I might need some “cheaters” to read, but not much more. The long-distance vision is wonderful. What a change.

I feel very blessed that I was able to have this done.

When I was little, my Great Grandfather Frederick was still alive. I remember that he sat in a rocking chair, always wore a tweed jacket and we knew he had wrapped caramels in the pockets as rewards for us.

Grandpa was blind.

It was later in life that I learned he was blind because he had cataracts. I’m not sure why he didn’t have the surgery. It makes me sad to know that my granddad could have had a much different life well beyond sitting in his rocker. 

Off we go to another week. I suspect this one is going to be a busy one.

Along with everything else, the campground opens for the season. Its time for us to start cleaning out what we want to keep and put the rest up for sale. 

Life is good today.

— Contact Kathy Craigo-Harteis at kcraigo66@hotmail.com or PO Box 406, Nice, Ca 95454. 

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Kathy Craigo is a publicist, speaker, and life coach. She owns Kathy Craigo Media Consulting in Colusa. Contact Kathy Craigo at kcraigo66@hotmail.com.