Tuesdays are always a little on the hectic side for us right now, purely
because of the choices we have made for scheduling. That's perfectly alright with me, because I
prefer one insanely crazy day every week as opposed to five or six days that
just have something scheduled for an
hour or two each.
I woke up, got myself, Ian, and Miah ready to go to Miah's music class,
and rushed to the van thinking we would be slightly late. In fact, we were ten minutes early, and the
music studio was not yet open. At five
minutes until class time, I hauled the kids out of the van and waited at the
door. And then it hit me that it was
sort of strange that no one else was there.
Of course, this is the point at which I remembered that Miah's class
actually starts an hour later than Ian's and all along I had Ian's class time
in my head. Nice.
So... I decided it would be a good
time to go vote. Of course, this was
complicated by the fact that I can never remember which precinct number I live
in, and our polling place has changed no less than three times since we moved
here five years ago. I went home, did a
quick Google search, and found my polling place.
Ian was not all that excited about going with me to vote, but then he
exclaimed, "It will be a good experience for me, so I'll know what to do
when I'm older!" I was proud of him
for grasping that concept.
On the way to the polling place, Ian wanted some clarification, again,
about who I was voting for. I told him,
"Romney". Miah, in an attempt
to be a good little Republican started chanting, "Brownie! Brownie!
Brownie!" This is, indeed,
how she pronounces Romney, which I find rather hilarious.
When we reached the parking lot, Ian jumped out of the van and shouted,
"Hey Mom! Why is Obama bad for our
family again?" Between choking and trying
to cover his voice with my coughing, I explained that it is illegal to campaign
at the polling place and that he would have to "hush", but I could
tell him more about Obama's policies later.
Thankfully, I think we were the only people in the parking lot at the
time.
I am not sure whether the people in the polling place were looking at me
as if I had grown a second head because I was wearing my Mockingjay pin or
because I had two small children in tow.
There were actually two precincts voting at this place, and it never
ceases to amaze me that the line for the other precinct is always almost out
the door, but there is never anyone there from my precinct. Oh wait... maybe it is because every house on
our street goes up for sale on a regular basis!
I'm telling you we must be terrible neighbors! At any rate, I got to walk past all of the
other voters who were patiently waiting, because my precinct's voting booth was
empty, per normal. I made my selections,
pushed the red button, and found myself highly disappointed that there were no
"I voted" stickers.
Of course, then we went to music class... and back home for lunch... and
off to private piano lessons... and back home for dinner... After which, Phil dropped Caleb off for his music class, and then went to
vote. He, also, passed the long line of
voters from the other precinct and had what amounts to a walk-in voting
experience.
After a quick change and a round with the dishwasher, we picked Caleb up
and headed to Upward basketball and cheerleading evaluations. Whew!
What a day.
We are home now, watching the returns come in.
I learned something about myself, today, that actually has very little,
if anything, to do with what I've just written but rather with the deeper
emotional and spiritual part of my being.
I apparently still have very deep wells to draw from if I absolutely
have to. I didn't think they were still
there, but they are.
Random thought...
The Genie's line from "The Return of Jafar" came to mind
tonight. "He's a genie, and genies
can't kill anyone. But you'd be
surprised what you can live through"
Also, a couple of songs...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HtXIKvDLy8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IEKOz3gXD4E
L.
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