Voting – before and after

This is the pre-voting part; it’s sensible to do it this way. After all the is the chronological order of the day. I don’t know what atmosphere I’ll find at the polling place; the last election for President, it was terse. People gave civil looks to each other, but that was about it. I anticipate today will be even more strained.

I’ll head over in the lull of mid-morning.

The AFTER part: They were carefully checking ID’s; I hope they are doing that everywhere. People didn’t say anything to each other. Oh, the poll  workers had McDonald’s brought in.

Guess who’s still on Fast Time

I awoke at 5am, or as it would have been a few days ago, SIX. Because those of us here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse have been opposed to Daylight Savings Time in Indiana, this is a bit . . . well, sort of treasonous to the cause.

However, I am the only one awake; no one knows I am up. Could this be like the tree falling in the forest thing? Perhaps I just need to turn off the light and fake it for another hour or so.

It’s probably because it’s Election Day. Tomorrow morning I may just feel like pulling the covers over my head, but I dearly hope not.

Thinking about not knowing

Yesterday I shut my computer down around 9:30 in the morning to prepare for a last minute trip to Fort Wayne to take my daughter-in-law to a doctor. I suppose we got back about 3 pm and I puttered around and then went off to the nursing home. When I got home, I turned the computer back on and not very carefully looked at my email. I didn’t see the message my cousin Glenda had sent at 10 am that her sister (the cousin I had just seen last week – the one who had bought me lunch at the Blue Gate Restaurant in Shipshewana) had suffered a recurrence of a medical condition.

I didn’t see that message until this morning. So all day yesterday this was going on and I was totally unaware. I had even thought about Susie last night – but never in the terms of illness. I was thinking of the upcoming play Glenda is directing at the college where she teaches.

Then, BAM, this morning I am no longer in the dark. Yet all that time – almost all of yesterday – the news was in my mailbox. It existed – this potential for knowing what was going on – but I was oblivious. It seems odd to me, maybe a little eerie . . . unsettling.

So it’s Halloween

I started to think about scary things – mainly when my granddaughter came downstairs and scared me, appearing like an attacking hulk of a cave girl. But never mind that, vampires popped into my mind and I remembered a place where you get the Count Dracula Casket. Out of curiosity, I checked on the ABC Casket site again and I could find no reference to the Count Dracula Casket. I guess – now four plus years after I posted the information – if you have a dying vampire, you’re going to have to look someplace else.

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