Trees and other random thoughts.

I'm not a paranoid person, but I think someone is poisoning my trees in my front yard, one at a time, for no apparent reason. First it was a eucalyptus tree, then a chitalpa. I think the sprinkler to the eucalyptus was closed, so it dried out. Now I'm watering the chitalpa like crazy, but it's still quite wilted. This is the primary reason I want to get a home surveillance system.

Eli can roll over from his back to his front. He has rolled over from his front to his back, but he doesn't do it often enough that I think he's doing it on purpose or can actually do it if he wants to. Perhaps the motivation is different, and he just doesn't want to.

Jay likes legos. He doesn't like to build or play with legos, but he likes to have them. He does like to play Lego Star Wars, but he is terrible at it. It's tolerable if the map is flat, with no obstacles, because then he doesn't have to make his character jump, or walk around things, both of which he has trouble with.

Mia is an awesome reader. She is probably reading at a second grade level, though I don't know who decides those things. She is the best reader in her class by far. She is almost too smart for her own good, and has decided that she is smarter than her older sister. Fortunately, it doesn't seem to bother Holly, who (allegedly) agrees with her. Of all the things they fight over, I don't think that is one.

Holly is really good at playing the piano. Not prodigy good or anything, she's just doing well. But she prefers to practice early in the day. If it's 45 minutes to bedtime, and I tell her to practice for 15 minutes, she throws a fit. Not a real fit, just a stubborn obstinate fit where she pouts and tries to outlast my attention. But lately I only tell her to practice the piano in those situations if I have no reason to leave the room for 20 minutes. Then I ignore her pouting and wait her out. In the morning, even before school, she's really excited to play, and does a good job.

Kelsea and I have finally painted our bedroom, which involved moving out of it for a while. Now we have moved back in, but our closet is empty, because we haven't painted the inside of that yet.


Interestingly, I am always sucked in by sentences that begin with the word "interestingly."

This post is in no way a delay tactic.

I'm not really sure why I blog. It's not to share anything deep or amazing with the world. I'm not sure I have anything like that to share, and even if I did, almost no one reads this blog, except for my closest and dearest friends.

I think the major reason I started doing this was as a substitute for a handwritten journal for my family. I can add pictures, announcements, amusing anecdotes, and they would mostly be for me to look back on sometime in the future. However, I have not kept up. Most of my posts are catch-up posts. This one is too. 

We had a baby in November, and had an unusual Thanksgiving because of it. We had a very nice Christmas, and we sometimes get enough sleep. My two youngest siblings got mission calls, and will be leaving in the next two months. Mia and Holly are doing well in school, and are both amazing readers. When we read scriptures together, I am literally amazed at some of the words they don't need help with. How many kindergartners know the word "Israel?" Holly told me she reads at a fourth grade level, which she knew because her classmate told her. Kelsea and I think it was because of the listed grade level on a book she read. The friend said she was reading at a sixth-grade level. They are both in second grade. 

Now you're caught up. Maybe you'll stay that way. More likely you won't. 

Sweeps

I was watching tv last night and noticed how many idiotic shows are on now. I generally give most new formats a chance, although I can only stand to watch reality-type competition shows after recording them. I even record sports to skip through the commentary by increasingly inane announcers. I've found myself skipping through Mythbusters episodes just to get to whether the myth is confirmed or busted (or, perhaps, to see the explosion at the end).
But, there are a few shows that I can't stand at all, and hate that they are so popular:

Glee
Dancing with the Stars
Survivor
The Biggest Loser
Survivor
Extreme Makeover Home Edition
The Sing-Off

I laugh at shows all the time if they are not credible, or if there is a silly factual mistake, but I realize nobody's perfect. For some reason, I can't get past the above shows, despite trying more than once, to watch an episode. There are shows I dislike but haven't watched, but I didn't include those. I don't want to offend anyone specifically that loves one of the above shows, but I just had to put in writing that I hate them. I think they are stupid in premise and/or execution.

I enjoy home improvement shows that actually show you how to do something, even if that's not the focus of the show. I like comedies of almost every kind. I like action shows, if the premise isn't too ridiculous (Once Upon a Time is losing me), and I even tolerate a fantasy story if the plot is good or has a classic good over evil theme. (I like the Harry Potter series, and Lost, though I dislike the obsession fantasy brings.) I'm a sucker for dinosaur shows if the dinosaurs aren't obviously made of paper or something.

Also, I love Antiques Roadshow. I can't explain why, but I could watch episode after episode of that show.

Jury Duty

I get to go to court fairly often as an attorney. But this week I had jury duty. I had had jury duty before, but never even been taken up to a courtroom for jury selection. Either some of the jury cases settled, or they simply didn't need all the people they thought they would. Now that I'm an attorney, I figure there is almost zero chance of me serving on a jury. I know a decent number of civil attorneys, a few criminal attorneys, and there are certain kinds of cases where I would have a hard time being impartial. I always thought it would be cool, though.

So this week when I went to jury duty, I took a bunch of work with me, and I expected to sit in the jury services room pretty much all day. My number wasn't very close to the beginning of the numbers they listed, so I thought I had little chance of being called up to a courtroom again.

However, this time, after the usual dead time while people show up late, and after the silly video about jury service, two or three marshals were already at the front of the room. They immediately lined up fifty or so people, gave them some instructions, and led them out of the room, up to a courtroom. The next marshal lined up another group, slightly smaller, and took them upstairs. Then a third. I was still sitting there, working, and surprised that three trials were actually going forward that day. The jury services coordinator assured us that more of us would be going upstairs soon. I thought that was unlikely, but noticed I was about thirtieth in line at that point.

Then another marshal came down to jury services and they called the next sixty numbers. So, I lined up behind a Kenny Rogers impersonator and went up to the courtroom. With fourteen people in the jury box and another fourteen or so people ahead of me, I thought chances were slim that I would move up and get into the jury for questioning. However, as people ahead of me were excused or challenged, the judge told us the case was simple and would last to noon the next day at the longest. It was a criminal case, and I was the third civil attorney to make it to the jury box. I was questioned about what courses I had taken on criminal matters, and I was not challenged as a juror. After the Kenny Rogers impersonator told a story about being robbed in a bar and the owner shooting both robbers, killing them both, he was excused. He ended his story by saying "There was no need for a trial." He seemed surprised to be dismissed.

The jury was set, and I was on it.

The case was a criminal case about gun possession by an ex-felon. The defense presented virtually no case. No witnesses, no evidence, and what seemed like a half-hearted closing statement. The jury had been selected just after noon, and the entire case had been presented by 3:30. The other attorney on the jury was randomly chosen as an alternate, so I was nominated to be the jury foreman. I half expected it and didn't fight it. We deliberated for about an hour and found the Defendant guilty. I felt bad having to be one who made the decision, but it was pretty much the only decision we could make.

After the verdict was read, the judge told us more about the guy and his circumstances. He was not a good guy in a bad situation, and he has enough other charges against him that this one didn't really make much difference.

I was glad to have the one-day version of complete jury duty, and to be able to see a real trial from that perspective. I had done mock trials that lasted almost as long, though without the jury selection part. It seemed identical to the mock trials I've done, and even in the jury room, the attitudes were just what I expect to see in a setting of less significance. I wish I had some great insight to share, or some amazing story, but it was very short, mostly boring, and anything I could say about it would be the same kind of things I would have said about jury service before.

Oh, you mean this gate key.

A couple of days ago, Holly came home saying she got to go to a separate class for part of the day. She said it was her and a couple of the other smartest kids in her class. Kelsea and I weren't sure what she meant, so we kept asking her about it. Holly was the one who said the other kids were really smart, and said they were all kids who got all As or only As and Bs. We figured it was GATE, or whatever they called that program now, but we weren't sure.

Holly said they went to a different classroom with a new teacher at a specific time, and got to do different kinds of lessons. I asked what kind, and she said they were things to help them pay attention and follow directions. That made me think it might have been a remedial-type class, and I began to doubt that the other kids were all that smart, and I thought maybe Holly had some kind of behavioral problem that we didn't know about. Either way, Kelsea and I were kind of annoyed that we hadn't been informed of whatever this special class was.

I started thinking it was GATE again as Holly said how excited she was to go back, and said that they would get to go every week. I just didn't think that a remedial class could inspire that kind of enthusiasm. Then Kelsea and I began to wonder if you have to take a separate test to qualify for GATE, and neither of us could remember for sure. But we were even more convinced that if Holly was in GATE, we should have been informed, and if it was a remedial class, we really should have been informed.

I went to the school's website and found that this special teacher is the GATE teacher. So we think we have our answer. We haven't had the chance to ask Holly's teacher directly, but we're pretty sure she's in GATE. I'm not trying to brag, but Holly's pretty smart. Also Mia. I will brag about Mia another time. I specifically chose to blog about this so I could brag about my kids in a place that no one will read about it. We'll tell family about it individually. If we can ever confirm it with a teacher.