Random Thoughts

I have found myself involved with a court case. Nothing I did. Really. But, I find myself spending days sitting on hard, uncomfortable benches and observing interactions that are both mind-numbing and vitally important.

On the first day, there was the process of jury selection. Both sides get to query batches of potential jurors to see if they are likely to be sympathetic to one side or another. Of course, you assume that there is a fair amount of lying and misrepresentation. Also, the answers you get are dependent upon the questions you ask. Some of the jurors obviously want to say what ever they can that will get them out of serving on the jury with out appearing obvious. Others seem to want to say anything they can to land a spot on the jury. Both sets are to be regarded with some suspicion.

During the mind-numbing process of selecting a jury, I started having random thoughts. I started with recounting the many things I could be doing that would be productive and beneficial to me and humans and beasts I know. Then, there is the process of counting the ceiling tiles, calculating how many fluorescent tube were lighting the court room, and observing how many different colors of paint have been used on the walls.

I took mental inventory of my cabinets. I realized that I had the ingredients on hand to make a Pecan Pie. (which I did after that first day) There use to be a program on television where a celebrity chef would pop up at a person's home with a camera crew and offer to make a meal for the family with what ever ingredients already existed in the household. The appeal to me was the fact that lovely, intricate, company worthy meals could be made with foods the homeowners had never thought of previously. So, I spent at least an hour imagining what delightful dishes could be whipped up with the bits stuck in the far reaches of the freezer. How many uses are there for last year's homemade applesauce?

Towards the end of the day, the thoughts centered on the bizarre. What would I look like if I had all the hair on my body shaved off? How much would it itch? Are vegans opposed to breast feeding their young? (vegans are vegetarians who do not eat any products from any animal -- including milk, eggs, honey, etc). If 50 people squeezed into an elevator on the top floor of a building, and jumped on the way down, would the elevator get to the bottom floor faster? And, the poser of all time: Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?

No verdict yet. I wonder if you could sue an attorney for the brain cells killed off by his/her ramblings and imperfect logic? What is the value of a brain cell?