Jury Duty

Today, I had the distinct privilege of going through the jury selection process. I was not selected. But, (we all have them) I had a great experience. It was a rare moment when I felt really proud of our country, our founding fathers, and the principles of the Constitution. Doing one's duty to one's country comes with a spiritual experience akin to doing one's hometeaching--only better somehow. I really wanted to get selected! The fact that I was willing to do my duty heightened my spiritual feelings. Most of my peers who were there were joking about how they could get out of being on the jury. I have to admit, I felt that way initially. But as the day wore on, I started to get into it. I felt something in my constitution about the Constitution. It was cool. I'm not dejected over the fact I was dismissed. But it would have been fun to go all the way to trial.

Moving on, moving out.

Yes, I am supportive of my children moving out of the house. Yes, I am supportive of the idea of them moving to far off places. A mission is acceptable. But this moving so dang far away that it has to be a earthshaking-logistical nightmarish-how-are-we-ever-going-to-do-it type of thing, well, that just isn't right. Jon and Michelle you are causing me to wish I'd never left Cache Valley and you never learned how to drive on the freeway farther than Ogden. What makes you think you can put this many miles between us? Well, when you're done with your running off and leaving your aging parents so you can get educated, we might just go off ourselves one day. Mission to the Canary Islands. Or Maui. That would serve you right.