Errands to run and a new phone to purchase and to become acquainted with and then back to the house to put the roast in the oven, I was having a busy morning. The telephone rings and my online pal in Florida is calling to tell me to turn on the TV, the one I've left in the off position all day.
I've spent entirely too many days watching the closing arguments of the Casey Anthony trial. I just needed a break and today was that break. The roast is simmering in the oven emitting the smells of garlic and onions while the potatoes are waiting to be wrapped in foil and join the roast.
"The verdict is in!" she breathed and I moved to the remote control on the kitchen counter to hit the "ON" button. It would be 45 minutes before the jury returned to the courtroom with their decision.
I paced around the house doing meaningless chores while I waited. I moved with the sweeper over the living room rug, Windex sprayed on the glass topped tables while I let my mind run over the trial again and the stories told.
Soon it was time and the jury returned. I sat here on my sofa, barely breathing. I watched Casey stand for her fate. My heart was pounding and I can only imagine what it must have been like for her. Could I have managed to stand on my own two feet waiting and waiting.
Finally the judgement was read. Shocked to silence, I sat and watched Casey's face as the tears of relief came. NOT guilty of all major charges.
My thoughts now go to every child in this country whose mothers decide they are not wanted. I shudder to think about their futures and the punishment of those parents that find their children a hindrance to a lifestyle denied. Be afraid little children. Your death may go unpunished.
And so goes our justice system. Did Caylee get justice?