Wednesday, April 03, 2002
I don't watch "The Jerry Springer Show." There is nothing he could put on stage that would top the human comedy of General District Court. This morning we had a woman who was protesting a speeding ticket, because, after the ticket was issued, the trooper failed to notice and provide assistance when her window wouldn't roll up. Somehow this was all complicated by the fact that she was transporting a terminally ill cat. In the afternoon we had a prisoner who was brought over for tearing his blanket. He tore the blanket because the jailors wouldn't let him write on the walls with crayons. The interesting thing is that these people seemed otherwise sane.
When I crossed the second cattleguard this evening I saw small sheep everywhere. Susan, the boys and her father had moved the ewes with lambs from the large pen behind the house to the front field. The ewes seemed both delighted by the new grass and annoyed at the break in routine. The lambs, as usual, had scattered like little drops of mercury. At least a dozen had discovered that they could limbo under the fence around the yard and were happily munching rose bushes in the back garden.