I'm just fearing the worst for election day. Fearing so much, I almost forgot it just turned November. What? How? Where has it all gone? It seems we age so much quicker now in our adult lives. What a shame...there's so much more to remember.
Anyway, I don't think elections will be the same. I don't think it'll take a day to count up all the votes, especially with the monthlong early voting processes all over the country...and I don't think it's going to be fair. I fear some will be disenfranchised (Fla 2000 anyone?). Oh it hurts to hope for the best so I'll just hope for something good.
Yesterday was Halloween, and it was an interesting one. Rob and I went to a house party in Nyack. Oh House Parties. Beer pong, pot, girls in skanky costumes... I felt out of place but not uncomfortably so. I think I've figured out how to be comfortable in my own skin.
Lorraine's last day was on Friday and it made us all sad. I came home in the morning and she was already crying, so I gave her a big hug and reminded her that she had her freedom and her travels to look forward to. Poor Lorraine. To be 63 and practically laid off her job that she held for 38 years, without the slightest dignity from an uncaring company...it hurts to think too long about it. She cares so much for the work she did, and she didn't get to go the way she wanted to. She lives alone and has her travels and her concerts and activities to occupy her. Now what will she look forward to without work? I hope she can still find a way to travel. If I had more money I'd buy her a Mexican vacation - she always loved Cozumel.
Which just makes me miss Isabelle more. :( Oh me... I'm afraid to call her, like a longlost child. Somewhat ashamed of not having called and unsure how to break the wall. Ah... how can I muster the courage?
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