Election Day Edition
The election takes precedence over everything else this morning. This is the last day. Everything after today is a consequence of the decisions we have made. Remember that polls are wrong; a simple common error can hide what is actually a landslide one way or the other. Remember that it is your responsibility as a citizen to vote. Remember that all the generations coming behind you will pay for the decisions you make today. This is not a game or a fantasy. This is not an experiment or an academic exercise. This election results in real changes, real consequences, and history-making.
I decided to vote early this morning. Polls here opened at 6:00 AM and are among the earliest to close at 6:00 PM. I walked the kids to the bus stop since it was on the way, then on to the elementary school that serves as a polling place for general elections. I was there by 6:45. I didn’t leave until an hour later, and that was with a short line. I’ve gone later in the morning for other elections and had to wait in a line that stretched down the sidewalk. This morning was quick by comparison.
The gentleman standing next to me in line, who almost certainly voted Republican, bemoaned the voting machines of earlier years where there were physical switches to flip and a lever to pull. To some extent, I can sympathize. The touchscreen ballot was finicky about recording votes. If you didn’t touch it hard enough, it didn’t register. If you didn’t touch it in exactly the right place, it didn’t register. Instruction pages were confusing and required careful reading. Voting has been easier in some aspects, but it is still worth every effort.
People at our polling place were polite and congenial. No one wore the wrong clothes, buttons, or hats. No one chatted in line about how they were going to vote. This is exactly the way I think voting should be. You don’t try to influence me, I won’t try to influence you.
My parents were married for 42 years and voted in countless elections. I’m not sure they ever discussed with each other how they were voting. I know this because not only was there no political talk in our house, but more than once Mother was upset because Poppa’s vote had effectively canceled hers. Only after they had voted was there any discussion, and even then it was quite brief.
Now, we have media everywhere. Candidates’ rallies are poured over, fact-checked, and split up into three-second sound bites. We see them in commercials, on social media, and even at the gas pump. Every source claims to be telling the truth, but be honest: what is the truth? Would we recognize Truth if it came up and slapped us in the face? I seriously think that our views and opinions have been so severely manipulated that we don’t actually know what is going on, and the politicians like it that way.
I am of the opinion that they should give away cookies after we vote. Yes, that is against the law, which makes me wonder what the judge was smoking when he decided that Elon Musk’s stupid giveaway could continue. I can’t have a free cookie, but a highly partisan billionaire can give away a million dollars? Is it just me or does that feel pathetically skewed in the wrong direction? I may treat myself anyway. I’m thinking of a burger and fries for lunch if I get my breath back.
Yeah, walking to the polling center and back was taxing. There are ways to get a free ride to the polls and back but we live so damn close that it seems like a waste to have someone come get me. Of course, the weather isn’t helping. We’re expecting storms sometime after 3:00 PM today, but the skies are already gray, the wind is blustery, and the fucking barometric pressure has to be down on the floor somewhere. The simple act of existing is difficult enough. Walking a half mile and back? Yeah, that part was less than fun.
There are other news stories today. Boeing workers ended their strike last night. Global stocks are mixed as investors watch the US election. Andrea Bocelli has released a new compilation album to celebrate 30 years in the music biz. Feel free to buy that one for me. On vinyl.
From here, we sit and wait. The news stations are already doing their analytical thing, but again, you can’t trust any of it to be accurate. Regardless of what they say, GO VOTE. This is your right, your privilege, and your responsibility. Make good choices.
Thursday Morning Update: 11/07/24
Welcome to life in purgatory, and I’m not just talking about the election. Sure, that’s a heavy concern, but at this juncture, we can only speculate about what might happen and when. This is America, and life, on hold. I’m waiting to hear back from Insurance. Kat’s waiting to hear back from her PCP. G is waiting for his birthday. Tipper’s waiting on life. No one is happy. The holidays look bleak. Hope is hanging by a thread in the few places it exists.
Today is a day where I will walk as little as possible. I don’t know what happened during the night, but my right kneecap suddenly decided that it doesn’t want my leg to bend. I’m sitting here with my leg extended, trying to keep the pain down. I’ll have to use a cane when taking the dogs out.
I did get some clarification as to why I’ve not been hearing back from Assisted Living facilities. When the state of Indiana switched its Medicaid/Medicare arrangement back in July, it shifted responsibility for Medicare housing wavers to the three insurance companies managing the new plan. The insurance companies weren’t set up to address the wavers and that has resulted in a severe delay in approving them. I have to have the waver first before talking to any of the Assisted Living facilities. I’ve contacted my insurance company and have been told a case manager will call me today or tomorrow. We’ll see if that actually happens.
Kat is just stuck. You know how you’re supposed to have a follow-up visit with your PCP after a major hospital stay? No one in her PCP’s office has responded to her request for an appointment. Complete radio silence. She’s talked to the hospital and they’ve shown concern, but as of this morning, nothing definitive has happened. This is concerning. She wakes in the morning with severe pain in her chest. She doesn’t know what, if any, OTC meds she can take. She’s out of the meds prescribed when she left the hospital. I’m concerned that if someone doesn’t start paying attention to her soon, she could end up back in the hospital.
G is disappointed in some changes at school. He chose the lab because of its emphasis on individual learning, working at your own pace. However, recent changes have seen all the students gathered in one room, moving from table to table, with strict parameters on what they do during the day. He complains that it feels too much like “regular” school and that he’s not having the opportunity to collaborate with other students. The Lab is still a new concept. I understand trying to work out bugs and address the needs of all the students. G is increasingly frustrated, though, and I worry that may slow his progress.
Tipper says she’s trying to get her grades back up but I’m not seeing that reflected in her daily reports. Instead, it seems as though she’s just existing, exerting a minimal amount of effort and energy into what she does. Her engineering teacher has been out all week and that has been disappointing for her. She’s really enjoying the engineering class, which is potentially exciting, but she’s not carrying through with the fundamentals such as math and world history. How does one motivate a 14-year-old girl who is more interested in Furry matters than keeping her GPA at a reasonable level? I’m open to ideas.
I suggest keeping an eye on Hurricane Rafael as it enters the Gulf. It swept across Cuba yesterday as a category 3 storm, taking out the country’s power grid yet again. Two days ago, most forecasters were going with a model that showed the storm not growing larger than category 1. Now, as it warms and grows in the gulf, it appears as if it will make landfall somewhere between Houston and New Orleans potentially as strong as a category 4. And get this: Rafael may not be the last storm of the season. Waters in the Caribbean are still warm and there’s every reason to be concerned that we could see storms forming into December.
Okay, I’m struggling to remain coherent here. Let me give you a few headlines that are worth chasing and then I’m going to have to stop. Protests continue in Jerusalem after Netanyahu fires Israeli defense minister. Federal Reserve is set to cut interest rates again as post-election uncertainty grows. Abortion rights advocates prevailed in ballot measures in seven states, but that doesn’t resolve the issue. Scientists said 2024 will be the first year in which the planet is more than 1.5C hotter than in the 1850-1900 pre-industrial period. Germany’s Coalition Collapses, Leaving the Government Teetering. Nissan plans 9,000 job cuts, slashes annual profit outlook.
All of those stories are concerning. I’d comment on each one but… I’m struggling to form complete sentences here. This probably isn’t the best day for me to be alone, but what choice do I have? The entire nation is in limbo.
Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. I always am. I’ll just put everything on hold for another day. I’m sorry.
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