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Civic duty accomplished? Check.
Nov. 2nd, 2004 01:28 pmVoting looks a lot more exciting and/or stressful in other places. I turned on the news this morning and it was all, "Mile-long lines! Waiting for hours and hours! Must have twelve forms of ID! Must fight off ninja armies of challengers!" And I actually started to get a little nervous, you know? I didn't want to wait outside for hours when it's raining and 35 degrees, though if that's what it took...
Yeah, not so much. I should have said to myself, "Self, remember where you live." Lines? There weren't even any other people there (though three people left as I got there and one came right after). ID? Nope, the volunteer knew I was "one of the H. girls," even if she couldn't remember which one (Little Sister voted absentee). Challengers? Heh. That there's for city folks. ;) The whole thing took about ten minutes, and three-quarters of that was driving down to the town barn and back. I was home before my screensaver kicked in.
So by half past noon, 120 people had voted. That's a record, seriously. Last time I voted at home, I got there around 2pm and the headcount was in the sixties. The locals must be seriously charged up if they can get 120 folks to do anything not involving Bingo or a chicken barbecue.
( Cutting a short bit about my county )
At least my usual "Yay! I'm voting!" thrill came back once I was actually in the booth. It wouldn't have been the same without it.
Okay then, how to kill all these hours until the end? The cats have the couch so I can't watch a movie. I'm too jittery to read. I'm definitely too jittery to nap. It's dismal out so I'm stuck inside. The baked beans are still slowly cooking away and don't need my help. I don't need to put the ham or the veggies in for a while yet. I can't make an Election Cake like I'd planned because the stupid Post Office has taken nearly two weeks to deliver a box from King Arthur Flour that I could have driven to Vermont in a couple of hours and picked up (hell, I could have walked there by now)... Ideas, I have none! Alas! Maybe I'll write some limericks. There once was a man from Schenectady...
Yeah, not so much. I should have said to myself, "Self, remember where you live." Lines? There weren't even any other people there (though three people left as I got there and one came right after). ID? Nope, the volunteer knew I was "one of the H. girls," even if she couldn't remember which one (Little Sister voted absentee). Challengers? Heh. That there's for city folks. ;) The whole thing took about ten minutes, and three-quarters of that was driving down to the town barn and back. I was home before my screensaver kicked in.
So by half past noon, 120 people had voted. That's a record, seriously. Last time I voted at home, I got there around 2pm and the headcount was in the sixties. The locals must be seriously charged up if they can get 120 folks to do anything not involving Bingo or a chicken barbecue.
( Cutting a short bit about my county )
At least my usual "Yay! I'm voting!" thrill came back once I was actually in the booth. It wouldn't have been the same without it.
Okay then, how to kill all these hours until the end? The cats have the couch so I can't watch a movie. I'm too jittery to read. I'm definitely too jittery to nap. It's dismal out so I'm stuck inside. The baked beans are still slowly cooking away and don't need my help. I don't need to put the ham or the veggies in for a while yet. I can't make an Election Cake like I'd planned because the stupid Post Office has taken nearly two weeks to deliver a box from King Arthur Flour that I could have driven to Vermont in a couple of hours and picked up (hell, I could have walked there by now)... Ideas, I have none! Alas! Maybe I'll write some limericks. There once was a man from Schenectady...
