Okay, I'll be honest with you. I'm no fan of jury duty. Sitting around a large, uncomfortable room with a bunch of strangers--few of whom want to be there themselves--is not my idea of a good time. In Massachusetts, we always receive our jury-duty summons with a large banner across the envelope: "Jury Service: Your Civic Obligation". Obligation is the right word. Look, Massachusetts, if you weren't threatening me with fines and possible jail time for not showing up, I wouldn't be there.
As a knitter, there is a small consolation to this enforced service: knitting time, and lots of it.
Look at my Madeleine swatch:
Oh, this Wool Cotton loveliness! I love this yarn. Love. It. It feels so soft and good, and boy, how it slides on those bamboo needles. The Summer Tweed is a little sticky, but this Wool Cotton is a joy. Better still: I got gauge. Did you hear me? Stitch gauge, and row gauge--both are dead on, bay-bee!
But even I, someone who knits almost anywhere, can only knit for so long before I need a break. I arrived at 8:00, and sat knitting for 90 minutes before anything happened. We watched a video, and heard from some judge. About 11:30 am, I finished my swatch, and I needed to put the needles down. So, I read my book for a while.
Then I went to lunch and had a walk.
Then I returned to the jury-pool room. I read some magazines, and chatted with some women at my table.
Then, three panels were called to a courtroom. Mine remained behind.
Thirty minutes later the remaining panels were told to go home--the parties had settled.
There has to be a better way to do this.