After our labor day travels, I don't feel much like laboring, but piles of this and that await me. I've begun this years Halloween costume. I have one piece completed, but I think it was the easiest part of my five part creation, so I might still be stabbing my fingers on the eve of Halloween. That's nothing new for me.

I also have more journals to assemble. Maybe, this will be the year that people appreciate them enough to buy some for Christmas presents...or I can keep piling them up like a very tidy hoarder.

I continue to feel the itch to cut ties with people who don't recognize my value. A relative of mine asked me for input on something but responds to my well-researched responses with corrections or nothing at all. Then I receive emails asking me why I haven't sent them more information. I really don't feel it is a good use of my time to send someone details they don't trust or want or waste their time with long defenses of my previous data. All very complicated, I know.

I also struggle with people who want my help, but don't acknowledge the value of my time. If I ask you for information that I need, please just let me have it. Don't make me wait three weeks when I will have to rush to play catch up. I don't like to rush. It interferes with my happiness because I know how to fill my time. (That's right, even spoiled little homemakers have jobs to do.)

My other major struggle of the day? I still don't understand why people old enough to be my parents don't have the decorum not to talk through the entirety of a church service. Granted, they were talking to a thirteen year old, but they certainly didn't set a good example. During the announcements, they were so loud that I actually couldn't hear the speaker, and they talked louder through the hymns because all those harmonious voices interrupted their conversation. Something told me that politely asking them to keep it down would result in more juvenile behavior such as even more unnecessary conversation (they carried on a lengthy conversation about whether or not a six year old girl needed to shave her legs) or them yelling at me as if I was the one being rude.

Of course, I know I can easily console myself. I feel fall approaching and those chilly days beg for baking and hot cocoa. If only I had reasons to bake...

I realize I haven't posted in forever. I don't think it matters. I am probably the only person who reads these brief updates on world as a love goddess/ writer/ cat lady/ loony/ juror.

I failed to get out of jury duty. I never had this problem in the Shire. I guess they knew I was related to all the law-breaking hobbits there. No such luck here. Sitting still and listening has worn me out, but my brain continues to process tidbits of information, most of them not pertinent to the case, such as which of the lawyers seems to enjoy childish quibbling the most. Other than that, I can tell you nothing...