Life Lessons: Ode to Computers and Coffee.

Eventually, I will be 'staying elsewhere' as part of The Separation of The Mister and The Super. Neither of us is sure when this will happen, or -truth be told- if it actually will happen. If we really take a close looksie, I've nowhere else to go at the moment!

However, we have both been trying to prepare me a little for being on my own. First, we purchased a cute little macbook to help me along with my portability as I will be traveling. The Mister has been trying to talk me into one for quite some time now, and I've finally given in. I'm quite happy with the purchase as I, an audio person, am a long time mac user. The portability thing is certainly helpful and frankly, I hold the opinion all things should be as travel-friendly as myself. Lest we forget, I'm a pretty darn teeny person: Portable, if you will.

I am 'Actual Size'.

The next bit of preparation was extremely necessary and I am embarrassed to admit my ignorance in the subject. The Mister has taught me how to make coffee. I know! How on earth did I make it this far without that nugget of information?

I have always been a hot tea drinker, not just because I enjoy it more, but because I had no idea how dried up beans became a steamy, delicious, hot beverage.

Last Saturday he dragged a sleepy Super into the kitchen and showed me all about everything that is coffee. We began with beans, a nifty little grinder and a fabulously cute coffee press. God help us all if I ever have to use one of those fancy machines. On Monday, rather than making coffee for himself (or me, for that matter), he left a little cheat sheet. The Mister knows full well that Monday means "COFFEE, NOW!" upon waking.

I must admit, my first pot was a little on the light side and frankly this Super likes her coffee black and strong. After four days of practice, I have made the coffee press my bitch and receive it's contents with satisfaction. YUMMY. (And to be totally honest...I like the coffee I make far better than what The Mister produces!)

Civic duties and consolation prizes...?

Argh. That just about sums up what I'm going through. Jury duty is causing me a bit of stress. Although I am excited about my civic duty and being a part of The Process, I have to say it is causing a chink in my chain.
This past Friday I received a call from a lovely woman with whom I met while working the Kerry campaign in Southeastern Ohio.
The first words out of her mouth were, "Super, I need you. Talk to your husband and ask your dad if you can stay at his house... We need you to come do what you did two years ago."
It wrecked me to have to say, "Dads and The Mister have nothing to do with it, I have jury duty." She only needs me for the last week and a half before the election, meaning I would travel to Ohio this weekend and stay there through November seventh.
Today I was called back in for the questioning portion of the jury selection process. I had to sit in the witness box and answer whatever was thrown at me. I may have gotten a little sweaty what with the microphone and hoopla. However, my charm was on and I definitely got a laugh with one of my answers... it really is all about the delivery because my answer was very serious, indeed. Aside from that, they told me I had made the cut (depending on how you look at it) and would have to call in for further reporting instructions. The lady told me things looked good for a panel and they hoped to get everybody (me included) back in tomorrow afternoon. It was a little unclear, but I believe there is a chance I could still be dismissed.
If you don't remember, this case is projected to last well into January.
Essentially, I'm at odds between my civic duty and my need to change the world. Which is more important? Each begets the other, so really... sigh.

On the other end of the spectrum, The Mister has decided if I am chosen on the jury, then I (obviously, he says) need a MacBook. Yes, there is a ton of waiting during jury duty, but I am pretty sure this is a big, fat, roundabout excuse. It's adorable that he seems to think I'm not on to his ruse. Oh, he's a cutie and if he wants to buy me a MacBook, who am I to stand in his way?
Personally, I would rather have this, but I am happy to wait another 335 days. Oh to saddle me with another dilemma... diamonds or MacBooks, civic duty or saving the world...
What the fuck is a Super to do?