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hummingwolf) wrote2004-11-02 05:40 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2004-11-02 05:40 pm
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You know those picture postcards with gold-leafed trees blazing against bright blue skies in perfect illustration of the archetypal Autumn? Yesterday was one of those days. Okay, granted, it was considerably warmer than you'd expect from the postcard. Today was much the same, though more hazy and--humid? in November?--with frequent showers of brown and yellow leaves.
Had a slowish start today, a bit headachy and impeded by [TMI deleted]. It was early afternoon when I went to vote. Line was long, but not as long as it had been earlier--one woman there said she'd tried voting three times today, and that this was the first time the line had not been snaking out of the building. Since the line was very nearly going outside when I got there, I prepared myself for a good long wait, listening to a mother explain voting to her little girl, the little girl insisting that she would vote for Kerry as soon as she was old enough.
Except the wait turned out not to be all that long. A few minutes after I got there, someone came to talk to their friend and mentioned that people with names earlier in the alphabet had a much shorter line and should go right inside the room where we'd be voting. Not only did I not have to wait in the line outside the room, but the line I got in was about 1/5 as long as either of the lines for people later in the alphabet. Rarely in my life have I been so grateful for my last name.
The procedure for these Diebold machines is silly: Stand in line to have the election judges decide whether you're eligible or not, stand in another line to get another card, then stand in line to give that card to yet another person who gives you the card for the voting machine itself. Really, very grateful to have my last name. Got my "I Voted/Yo Voté" sticker and then went walking.
And walking and walking and walking. Somehow after a morning where the body repeatedly reminded the mind why it is I don't have a job, I ended up walking some insane distance. And by "insane" I mean "I can't say for sure since I walked in circles and walked on bike trails and may have wandered in alternate universes." Still mildly headachy, but I can deal with that.
Had a slowish start today, a bit headachy and impeded by [TMI deleted]. It was early afternoon when I went to vote. Line was long, but not as long as it had been earlier--one woman there said she'd tried voting three times today, and that this was the first time the line had not been snaking out of the building. Since the line was very nearly going outside when I got there, I prepared myself for a good long wait, listening to a mother explain voting to her little girl, the little girl insisting that she would vote for Kerry as soon as she was old enough.
Except the wait turned out not to be all that long. A few minutes after I got there, someone came to talk to their friend and mentioned that people with names earlier in the alphabet had a much shorter line and should go right inside the room where we'd be voting. Not only did I not have to wait in the line outside the room, but the line I got in was about 1/5 as long as either of the lines for people later in the alphabet. Rarely in my life have I been so grateful for my last name.
The procedure for these Diebold machines is silly: Stand in line to have the election judges decide whether you're eligible or not, stand in another line to get another card, then stand in line to give that card to yet another person who gives you the card for the voting machine itself. Really, very grateful to have my last name. Got my "I Voted/Yo Voté" sticker and then went walking.
And walking and walking and walking. Somehow after a morning where the body repeatedly reminded the mind why it is I don't have a job, I ended up walking some insane distance. And by "insane" I mean "I can't say for sure since I walked in circles and walked on bike trails and may have wandered in alternate universes." Still mildly headachy, but I can deal with that.
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When I went to vote, I got harangued by a very elderly woman who didn't approve of my signature. It wasn't a real signature, she said; it was just my initials. She is correct - my signature is a swirly adaptation of "G.S." although most people mistake it for a doo-hickey rather than initials. However, it is a carefully thought out "G.S." (I discovered after getting married that I can't make a cursive v to save my life.) She made me add something more substantial to the end, although when I did so it no longer matched the sample signature in her book.
Rick joked that the mismatched signatures might be cited as a reason to disquality my vote. Gah, I hope not. Humoring that old witch was bad enough.
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