election day

Last night, I went to bed very late. I had distracted myself with a hot pursuit of a travel idea and it was well past midnight before I gave up that ship and went upstairs. I had hoped to sleep in today, but a cat came meowing to our closed bedroom door and this just puts Ed straight into the begging mode: can't we let him in? I say no about twenty times but in the end, he takes my momentary silence as a yes, and the door is flung open, and a cat is climbing all over us, and there goes my brilliant plan to sleep in.

I feigned grumpiness (I cant really be grumpy at sweet old Ed) and went outside to feed the animals.

It's gloomy out there! Gray, with a drizzle. Will people stand in line to vote? People, it's not that cold! Go vote! May this election really push forward the wise and honorable leader that most Americans believe is well suited to the task!

 

 

 

I sit down to breakfast without Ed (just to show him! -- so silly... show him what?), but he hears me rattling around in the kitchen and comes down sheepishly, joining me for a few moments.

Then I go back to fiddling with my travel idea and this really does distract me from the election.

I pick up the kids. 

 (He's all about red white and blue)

 

I know none of the election frenzy has made it into the classroom because Snowdrop told me yesterday they're are not allowed to discuss it therein. I tell this to Ed (referring to the directive to not talk about politics) with the question -- is that even allowed? Of course, the teacher can say that. Enforcing it would be a challenge. But, everyone knows who is on which side. These kids know each other quite well. It's not the first election they've lived through in their elementary school careers.

In the meantime, Sparrow is just in love with Kamala Harris! I'm sure it's for uniquely his own reasons! Probably because she dresses well. Maybe she reminds him in appearance of his mother? Same long dark wavy hair? He too, is fired up about the election. I'm wondering if the kids will go to bed at any decent hour tonight...

Gaga, we voted! Snowdrop tells me. 

You voted? You mean you had a mock election?

No, for real! The whole school voted -- whether to have a day of drawing in the hallways, or a school-wide dance! Real ballots! 

(and real I voted stickers)

After they leave, I tell Ed that I do not feel like cooking dinner. I seriously considered having nothing to eat and drinking my way through the night. I haven't done that since George W won in 2004. That was a tough election night! We didn't know until suddenly we knew and the party, organized by me, ended abruptly. After all, once you know, why keep on going?

A funny guy (Borowitz) who sends me (and a million others) amusing headlines every day (it's a great way to start the morning!) quipped that the US is releasing strategic alcohol reserves tonight, but I know better than to drink for reasons of sorrow or joy. It never ends well. Still, cooking is not on my agenda for tonight. Ed asks if I want him to prepare dinner. I love the guy so much, but his tortillas are filled with beans and raw onion. My stomach may revolt. Okay, one tortilla and  endless plates of crackers and cheese.

And so the evening hours very slowly, grossly slowly move forward, with two channels showing results, county by county, state by state.

I'll post now and hope for the best. That's all we can do now, right?

with love...