Observations from the couch this chilly Monday evening…
- Tomorrow is election day and I have to say that I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited to vote for Governor of our fine Commonwealth. There are many reasons for that. I’ll be voting for a Democrat from my home county of York, something I’ve never been able to do before and may never get to do again, York County being the blood-red Republican heartland. (Honestly, though, I believe York County’s growth and demographics will continue to – slowly – erode that…over time.) I’ll be voting for a man I personally believe in, whose positions generally align with my own, and who drives an old jeep despite his success in his family business. A guy I think I could talk to comfortably. I will most definitely be voting against our incumbent, a man whose positions couldn’t be farther from mine, a man who I don’t trust, a man who I believe has done more to harm education, the economy, and the environment in our state than any other before him. So yes, I am excited and hopeful.
- Speaking of elections, this marks my return to our small town polling place, the first since the primaries in spring, where I encountered a notably loony woman and of course engaged her in a slightly-inappropriate-for-a-polling-place exchange. I shared that story on Facebook, but let me know if you’d like to see it here. It’s a good story. I’m hoping that tomorrow’s visit presents another memorable polling experience. I promise to share it if I am so lucky.
- I left work only a few minutes after 4:00 this afternoon and only made two brief stops on the way home. Even so, when I got home, I was taking care of the critters in the dark, which reminded me that I hate taking care of the critters in the dark. In a few short weeks, it will be BOTH dark and much colder and I will have to haul water from the house to care for those critters. I loved driving to work in daylight today, so there is that, and I’m actually a fan of the long evenings, at least until about January, but the critter care complications are just no fun at all. I’ll be wearing a headlamp before long, usually with my work clothes, because its best to do it before coming in the house and getting comfortable, and, well, I look ridiculous and will be swearing. If you are in the area, be warned.
- We had some friends over on Friday, after trick-or-treating, for a Halloween party. My costume was a pun… “French Kiss,” I had Paul Stanley’s Kiss face make-up and wore a beret, a dishtowel around my neck in place of the French kerchief thingy, and carried a baguette. I spent a lot of time explaining that. It was a bit disappointing, I have to admit. I was slightly validated when a 10 year-old walked by, did a double-take, smiled, and said, “Ah, bonjour!” Small victories.
- We bought an old, small mantle clock at an auction today. Picking it up was one of my stops after work. When I got it home, and after I tended the critters outside and in, I wound it carefully, hung the pendulum, placed it on the mantle, and it has been ticking away since. It chimes on the hour, a small, tinkling ring, and a little over an hour ago it chimed seven times, paused a second, and then chimed eight times. Just a little while ago it chimed nine times which is actually about what time it feels to my not-yet-adjusted body. This old house needed a ticking clock. It provides the appropriate bit of background noise and I find it very comforting. Yes, it reminds me that time is passing. Always passing. It will be light in the morning and dark in the afternoon. It will get colder. We will elect our next Governor. Green things will get closer to sleep. Dogs will curl up beside me on the couch on a chilly evening. And the clock will tick on.