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.