Posted on 10/06/2018 2:02:35 PM PDT by BenLurkin
The ads have ranged from obnoxious to absurd.
There is “Curbside Voting” here: a poll worker will bring the ballot to your car if you can’t walk into the school.
Nevada has tried to compensate by allowing the ol’ fogies to vote by mail. I think all voting should be by mail. But as I said, don’t get me started!
I wish I could warm up. I’ve been cold the last two nights and I don’t know why that is. I hope it doesn’t last another two.
Because Sylvia likes to hit me when she is making a point, I moved over to Charlie’s bench at the table. I moved to the other side because he kept slapping the bench, and it drove me to distraction.
So then Sylvia joined us, and once she got to know me, she began to slap my arm for emphasis. She’s deaf, and half the time she doesn’t wear her hearing aid, and the other half, she doesn’t turn them on. She talks over me.
I don’t know how to tell her that between the chronic bursitis and arthritis in all my joints, every time someone touches me like that, it jars my system. By the time I leave the table, I’m hyper-sensitive and tense. So I moved across the table. Charlie slapped the bench once, then looked at me and kept his hands still.
I think I need to move away. I’m getting too critical.
I think you need to move away, too. I, myself, could use a long vacation in a quiet cell ...
Oh, my that sounds good! Quiet...in a padded cell to abate the noise...
Aaaah. A person can dream ...
Yes, and while we’re dreaming we can add some wine, fruit, cheese, books and music. ;o]
Tappy Huesday. The vote is voted.
Casting a conservative vote in NYC feels like tossing a stone into the ocean. You know you’ve raised the water level, but it’s hard to see any impact.
I think all political contests should be decided by an 8-week reality TV show. We can just vote them off the campaign until only one is left.
And nothing, and by nothing I mean NOTHING, is even mentioned about the upcoming campaign until the 8 week show starts on penalty of death, followed by dismemberment, followed by extreme torture.
Trees, birds, squirrels ...
I prefer the “Iron Chef Cookoff” version.
No sign of Drama Queen’s getting up this morning. I don’t want to abuse her by disturbing her essential rest, but I don’t want to neglect her by not offering emergency medical care, if necessary ... but since she’s 18, she can get herself the emergency medical care, I guess.
Meanwhile, I’m planning to take Pat to school at 9:00 and then run errands with the others, including a trip to Walmart and maybe voting.
It Gt Britain, the campaign “season” is two months prior to the election, if I have my memory jogged properly. I think it should be that way here, because folks are just so burned out on the constant opponent bashing. How long does it take to make up a mind?
A cat or two...
No Walmart for me. Tomorrow I have to go to the pain clinic for my three-month follow up, and as usual I dread the trip. But I’ll stop at Walmart on my way out of town.
I’m going to send the sewing center plans to my niece in Idaho today. I have to add a note about the supplies, because if she buys them all at once, it will be hard for me to pay for it, with the plywood being the most expensive.
Her new carpet has been installed, so now that she is done with the “revamping” of her cozy abode (since the deal on the house with the bigger lot fell through) she has some time.
They went hunting over the weekend and she bagged an elk. Gonna be lots of good meat from that!
I’ve eaten elk. My grandfather went to Wyoming to hunt a few times.
Drama Queen arose and took herself and Pat off to school. She also took the voting guide I typed up. She can go to the poll after she gets out of class, 2-ish.
Some of the best meat I’ve ever tasted was elk. Venison, I don’t care for and never did. But elk? ‘Nuther story!
Thank you for the precious!
G’orning, y’all. Constructive thought for the day: replace ineffective anxiety with serious prayer.
You can comfort yourself with the fact that your vote is a conservative thorn in their unrealistic, sophomoric, deluded sides. So there.
That is a truth, SG!
Thanks!
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