Where’d she go?

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She got summoned for jury duty and never came back . . . well, it felt like that for a while at least. I got called in for jury selection on the morning of September 18 and wasn’t released until the afternoon of October 3rd. Would you believe I was juror 46 out of 51 and I still ended up sitting as an alternate for the trial? I think by the time they got to me, they were desperate.

And what a trial. 1st degree murder. I won’t go into the details because honestly, the people involved don’t need any more publicity. AND the sooner this event fades from my own memory the better. Let’s just say I know more about deciphering blood splatter evidence than your average citizen. For all you fans of trigonometry, this is your field!

So, I’m back going through the motions of my normal routine, thirteen dollars a day richer, with the thanks of the county, worn out and weepy, trying to catch up on the mountains of grading that piled up unattended while I was attending to my civic duty.

You see, substitute teachers teach, they don’t grade, so tests, reports and assignments waited patiently for me to get back and NOW THEY ALL NEED TO GET DONE. Yikes! 112 hours got sucked out of my life; it’s already two weeks later, and still I haven’t figured out how to squeeze them back in.

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Rest in Peace Richard Matheson, 1926-2013

Matheson in 2008, from Wilipedia, the free encyclopedia, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Matheson

Matheson in 2008, from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

There are a handful of writers who I adore. Writers who sent my imagination soaring when I was a young girl and made me want to become a writer. Writers who influenced me as I developed my own writing style. Richard Matheson is one of those writers. He passed away peacefully yesterday surrounded by his loved ones.

A science fiction and horror short story author and novelist, if you haven’t read his work, you’ve certainly heard of it: I Am Legend and What Dreams May Come were both made into popular movies, neither of which reflect the actual content of what Matheson wrote.

Honor the man. Read the words.

I Am Legend

What Dreams May Come

Somewhere in Time

A Stir of Echoes

Hell House

Photo http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Matheson

Words Are Not Enough

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Tonight I hold my children a little closer, a little tighter, and I pray for your children. For our children. For all of us.

Looking for a way to help, no matter how small? The Red Cross is a good place to start:

http://www.redcross.org/news/press-release/Red-Cross-Provides-Support-after-Connecticut-School-Shooting

as well as Newtown Youth and Family Services:

http://www.newtownyouthandfamilyservices.org/donate.php

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