I plucked two mulberries from an overhanging tree on my way back from the supermarket at lunchtime; they weren't particularly sweet or flavorful, but they were ripe.

On my co-worker's suggestion, I called this morning and asked for a postponement of my jury duty on the basis of my father's death, which was granted as soon as I got through to someone at the appropriate office; she asked when I'd like to serve, I said "Fall", and she offered the first Monday in October, which I have accepted. I will be very pleasantly surprised if I still have this job by then. One of my other co-workers had apparently expected that I'd be asked for proof before they gave me the postponement; I'm glad to still live in a context where few enough people lie about such things that we don't have to provide paperwork for small things in times of stress (though I was reminded of the Pratchett bit about "two grandmother's funerals per man per year").

I got to the gym after work: 7.5 minutes of cardio, just for warmup, but I got my heart rate up to 150; the Xpressline, with the leg press weight up to 300 pounds (12 reps on everything except the bicep machine, 11 on that); mat work, 4 sets of 20 crunches, 3 sets of 17 back arches, 4 sets of {2 on each leg} on the yoga tree. Not having been in almost two weeks, I wasn't sure how well I'd do, but I have at least been walking.

From: [identity profile] patgreene.livejournal.com


I think there's something cool about you starting jury duty the first Monday in October. If I recall correctly, that it the beginning of the Supreme Court term.

From: [identity profile] lisajulie.livejournal.com


around here mulberries vary from sweet and insipid to sweet with some taste. None are outstanding, alas.

Unfortunately, the tree in the yard next to me is in the insipid range. But [livejournal.com profile] jonsinger and I are tasting all over the area to spot the bushes/trees that are worthy of cultivation.
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There's a big mulberry tree here at the curve of the U-shaped gravel driveway. Used to be a huge tree that hung over most of the driveway; I remember going out with my grandparents to hold the corner of a plastic sheet while one of them would bang on the tree branches with a stick 'til ripe mulberries fell into the plastic sheet. At peak, we'd usually get enough nice ripe ones to fill a few plastic ice cream buckets full of 'em; my Grandma would freeze them by the pint. Mulberries were always my favorite berry. Even if it meant purple blotches on cars and shoes (and carpet). The tree isn't quite what it used to be, but there were lots of green berries on it when I last gave it a good look.

The company my brother works for has never been the best sort of company to work for. They're sticklers for short lunch hours, actively discourage personal phone calls (my Dad called there once for my brother and got the third degree). So it didn't surprise any of us when they were a bit suspicious when my brother had to take time off this past year for three different funerals of grandparents. 'Course I think any company might wonder at that! (I think my brother might've ended up showing them obituaries for the last two).

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Interesting possiblity regarding one of the side-effects of poly relationships: having more than two sets of grandparents per individual.
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