Norma's Wanderings around a small section of Montana |
Well, hey there! Welcome to Roundup, Montana! If it's a nice day, we'll sit a spell on my porch and talk awhile. A poem captured my attention the other day. Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget Falls drop by drop upon the heart, Until, in our own despair, Against our will, Comes wisdom Through the awful grace of God. Aeschylus What's on your mind today? |
It is a few days before July 4 and I am dreading, once again, the stupid fireworks everyone in town feels the need to set off a full week ahead of the holiday. Perhaps this year with the price of everything increasing, no one will have money for them. {slapping face} Snap out of it! Of course they will. Just like beer and cigarettes- there is always money. Busy times here. Not doing anything of any note when it comes to writing, it seems. I just am in a slump. It will pass. Someday. We've been getting rain most afternoons and evenings for about a week. Pretty unusual actually. But it is concerning when everything grows tall and green, then dries out in July and August when fire season starts. The senior center in town is having a major meltdown and will probably, at least it is 99% sure, close for a time to reset the program. Seems the director perhaps has been pilfering funds. It is rumor, or is it? An audit will have to be done. But when the last director left, there was over $100K in the bank for this new director to work with. And there is a generous amount given by the state and another agency in town plus the county each month. Currently, the kitchen staff is working without pay since they are almost out of money. So the director has the bank account down to less than $10K and it takes over $15K per month to run the program. Yikes. Someone's in trouble. Here's the rub, no one checked this person's qualifications- they just hired her. No notice was posted about the job, so no other applications were received. This person has a long list of previous felonies plus jobs where she has been fired. Okay, good to give people a second chance. But really, when she won't let people into her office, won't let anyone check the books, won't do her job as instructed by her supervisor, won't pay people, and the list goes on and on. Well, time to take a step back. Small town drama is ramping up again. |
After jury duty finished, we started play practice in earnest. Last weekend was the performance. We had sold out shows Friday and Saturday nights, and a moderate crowd for Sunday's matinee. Most remembered their lines. I had an issue with my big lines at the end, but all turned out okay. Lots of fun, lots of laughs. The thing is, you can mess up and the audience really won't know unless you make it a big deal, or freeze and don't talk for a time. So you do your best to cover up, ad lib if necessary. That happened to me a few times. My husband got back from his two weeks as babysitter for two teen granddaughters. From what I've been able to gather, it didn't go well. And that is why I didn't find it necessary to tag along. I don't really know this family, we don't see them often. They aren't my blood family. This is my husband's son and daughter-in-law and two daughters. They have a very different lifestyle from ours. More monied if you will. So after all the stress of the jury duty, the play, I went to town yesterday with another member of the dump committee to talk to the company that actually picks up the garbage at our dump site. We have multiple issues with this company. Another stressing due to the fact we have a meeting tonight and we needed to iron out some issues. Which we did, and I called them out on a few items. Then I went around town doing shopping while waiting for husband to fly in from his two weeks with those teenagers. Today was catching up and laying low. Back to normal, except the clothes dryer is now deciding to quit. Bugger me. |
It's been a very busy time. I had jury duty this past week. Plus my husband left for two weeks to travel back east. Hubby is watching his grandchildren while the parents are in Europe. Europe on business is what I gathered. Since these are not my grandchildren, and we rarely see them, I didn't want to go and be babysitter and cook and maid for two weeks. And somehow I knew that is what would happen. So, I have two weeks alone. Which is fine, no problem. But now I am getting messages about 'what is my password for this?' and 'what is my username for that?'. Jury duty was for four days. There were over 100 people summoned. Then they had to whittle that down to 13. 12 jurors plus an alternate. That took the better part of one morning. So I was #12 juror. I found out later from the county attorney he wanted me on the jury so I could argue for certain facts, such as the time it took to walk from point A to point B. Which I did in deliberation. The case was the state against a little punk of a kid who abused a girl a year younger on Halloween about 3 years ago. He was 15 and she was 14. Turns out, and the jury was not privy to this, he's done this a few times before. So, the jury deliberated for about 5 hours on Friday last. We never could get beyond 5 guilty and 7 not guilty, given the evidence presented. I voted guilty. He presented now, 17+ years old, as a smug kid who never will learn his lesson and keep on doing this to girls unless stopped. And his mother is one of those 'oh my baby would never do this' types. The victim testified to the act, and had some of us in the jury in tears, as the defense attorney questioned her integrity and every part of her story, which never changed. So a 'hung jury' if you please. The case will probably not be retried per the county attorney. It is expensive to hold a trial. $20K was mentioned. The judge kept asking us to reconsider and come to a unanimous consensus. But 4 times we came up with the same opinions. Then at the end she asked us, in front of both attorneys and the accused, of our choices. Then she declared that the jury could not decide. So, in my mind, there was conflicting information from the accused. His story didn't make sense for me. Too many conflicting timelines and too much reliance on phone records. Now you may be asking how do I know so much about the ins and outs? Well, yesterday the county attorney, who is a friend of mine, and I went to another friend's ranch to dispatch some prairie dogs. Prairie dogs make holes, tunnel between the holes, eat all the grass around their tunnels, and are generally a real nuisance for farmers and ranchers. So we took a weapon, climbed up on some rock formations with a scope and binoculars and started hunting. But along the way, we saw a dead snake (not a rattler), a wolverine, and a coyote. Plus spent some time in the outdoors away from the people and trouble and confusion of the past week. We talked about the trial, our life histories, law and its applications, and why prairie dogs (gophers) are such a nuisance. Perhaps you heard that big exhale from us both as we enjoyed time outdoors in nowhere Montana. |