The day began at 6:00. I got all my ducks in a row--formula mixed, some of it stirred into rice cereal flakes, coffee made, yogurt smoothie poured into sippy cup, showered. So, when the girls awoke at 7 (bless them for sleeping!), I was ready to go.
By 8:30, one was at preschool, the other, at daycare, and I was voting. #82 in my little precinct which, I was told was a lot for so early in the morning. Good. I want lots and lots of people to vote. Good.
I promptly turned my ankle-badly--on the uneven walk, nervously remembering previous election days. Not good.
CNN had some crazy "Democracy Bus" out in front of the TimeWarner building: cameras, a grafitti board, etc. Goofy but festive, even at 9:30 in the morning. It was very festive indeed when I was limping home at 3:30. Strange.
Then, in Starbucks, there was Leslie Stahl, getting her mochachino or whatever she drinks and a Ray Charles cd. Full make-up, black ballerina flats, and New York Times. Seeing her always cheers me somehow: it's nice to think that these television journalists spend at least some time sitting in Starbucks reading the paper and thinking about their stories. That seemed good and exciting. As I stood next to her, I wanted so badly to say something, but what? That seemed good, too.
So here I sit, exhausted and watching the results.
I am amused and occasionally engrossed by politics but I pray for peace. I hope for peace.
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Celebrating yet? You should be...so far so good though of course this wouldn't be a Bush election without some dispute over votes...xxx
Well now I'm really celebrating...both houses and no more Rumsfeld. Hooooooooooooray!
Amazing, huh? I'm in shock. My hope is cautious but there's a little part of me that's breaking out the champagne...
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