Today’s title is brought to you by the faaaar-drill I went through at my normally quiet but deep-thinking job in case you might have interpreted it differently. I was seriously running around like a chicken with its head cut off this afternoon.

Photo disclaimer: Yes, I still have a Hillary Clinton magnet on my fridge. I supported Hillary (and like her) although I wasn’t crazy about her as the blue candidate of choice in 2016. I love (and am amazed) that our country elected a [partially] black person as a two-term prez. I would love for our country to elect a woman for prez. I didn’t think Hillary was the best choice (but I DID vote for her). I believe that we need a better gender balance of folks in positions of authority everywhere but my thoughts on how to achieve that are very complicated so I won’t go there today. “I’m with her”? “Her” is Lady Liberty!

I do not know if I will wake up happy or enraged by election results but my voting experience today was smooth. I got there at about 6:35 AM, cutting my 0-skunk-30 walk short a bit. The polls open at 7:00 AM here but they were letting people into the building at 6:30. I was number seven in line and number eight was a young neighbor who went to Haisley with Lizard Breath and now works at Horiba. Of all things someone got there ahead of Mr. Mxyzptlk so he was 2nd in line. He is almost always number one.

The Beautiful Jackie fumbled a bit at my last name, which she was trying to read on my driver’s license. I’m thinking maybe my license didn’t “swipe” successfully but I wasn’t “processing” fast enough to notice exactly what happened but it got worked out PDQ. (Hmmm, it just occurred to me that she probably knows me by a different name, not the one on my driver’s license.)

Despite being voter number 7, I was the FIRST person to finish and approach the dreaded ballot-eater. And wouldn’t you know, it took something like five tries for it to eat my blasted ballot. I was sweating bullets but eventually it *ate* my ballot and did NOT spit it back out with ERROR ERROR ERROR. Instead I got an American flag screen saying I had successfully voted or whatever. “Whew!” I picked up an “I voted” sticker and walked out and WOW, was the line long by that time.

It was kind of stormy outside but I sat on the bench outside the school entrance and posted my voting status on face book. “Voter #7”. I also, with some trepidation, put my flame suit on and added that I wasn’t afraid to say that I “went blue”. I guess I was “running an experiment” as we sometimes say around here. Most of the folks who liked or commented on my post are people who I know agree with me about the Trumpian Bombasty. I know that a couple do not but they made polite comments and I love them despite our polly-tickle differences. Several others I am not quiiiite sure about but they simply “liked”. 99% of the affirmed Trumpers I am friends with on facebook did NOT like or comment on my post. I dunno. Taking the High Road, I have to guess they like and respect me enough as a person to sit on their hands when I make the rare political post, one that they disagree with.

I am not very optimistic that the election will go the way I want it to but I love y’all *anyway*. -KW

2 Responses to “🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I got as close as I ever do to making a political post. I think everyone knows where I stand without one. 🙂 One of my Trumpian relatives unleashed a huge rant on the passing of a gun control law in WA; I politely refrained from commenting, although I wanted to badly. That’s my act of self-control for the day.

  2. l4827 Says:

    I woke up a little happier this morning for the blue marble.