“Honestly, at this point if you don’t know Donald Trump is a terrible person, it’s because you’ve decided you don’t want to know.” –Mary Trump
In just 12 days, the voting ends, but chances are we won’t know the outcome for at least a few days afterward. Which isn’t abnormal—it’s only a bit different this year because so many people are voting by mail because of the pandemic and it takes a little longer to count them. I wish they would start counting them as they come in, but I don’t think most states do. I have a hope (please, please, please) that the voting for Biden is so staggering, so conclusive, that all of the idiocy with trump’s threats to sue or refuse to accept the results or to take it to his stacked supreme court is MOOT.
On Monday, John and I drove into Shelton with our completed ballots and drove directly to the Elections Office, entered, and inserted them into the small interior ballot drop box as we watched employees through a window sorting ballots. There was a large drop box outside on the other side of the building that most people were using, but we decided to go inside instead. It just felt necessary. On the website later that evening, we learned that our ballots were RECEIVED and ACCEPTED. What a relief. Never before has there been such an important election. (I felt similarly in 2016 because I absolutely knew who and what trump was and what we would be in for if he won). This time, it’s even more dire.
Afterward, we drove to the pharmacy at our grocery store and got flu shots. I had to chuckle because John complained several times that evening that his arm hurt! (Mine did not).
It was a very productive day!!
I had a doctor’s appointment today (Wednesday—it’s just past midnight as I’m writing this—and on my way home, I experienced such interesting weather! As I wrote in Facebook, the sky was pocked with coal black clouds with swaths of blue skies in between. My route mostly took me beneath those blue swaths. But I saw dripping cars with windshield wipers pumping, and I frequently passed from dry payment abruptly to nearly flooded pavement. Only once did I have to turn on my wipers, and that was just on intermittent. When I arrived at our (rural) mailbox and got out of the car, there was HAIL all over the ground! (I never encountered any while I was driving!) And when I arrived home and was heading down the steps to the house, the HUGE thunder clap just about shot me out of my shoes! But the most remarkable part was when I was crossing the Harstine bridge and I saw a DOUBLE RAINBOW. It was stunning against the coal black/blue skies. And uplifting. Hopeful, even.
I honestly don’t believe in religion or the supernatural or anything that can’t be explained by evidence and facts, but I have to admit that I felt some goosebumps.
Some Quinn pics (of course!) These first few were taken at his daycare. (He loves his daycare peeps! He calls them “my boys,” even though most of them are girls. Over the weekends he tells his parents, “I miss my boys!”)
(He “helps” with the babies).
Last weekend, the kids took Quinn to the Seattle Japanese Garden. What a beautiful place!
The other night we had another stunning Harstine sunset and I think it’s fitting that I end with that (wish I had a pic of the double rainbow!)
