(10 am. – promoted by ek hornbeck)
Breathless, almost trembling and thrilled, like that tightness in your body standing in front of a new, true love waiting for that first touch. Heart racing, mind overwhelmed into a perfect blank slate, waiting to write together a new history for yourselves.
It is going to be utter torture after I race off to vote this morning. My friend Kate messaged me yesterday as her leaf blower has broken and she says she’s desperate to sort out their lawn. She was going to buy a new one and asked me for my advice, so I pointed her in the direction of thebestleafblowers. However, she’s now decided to get hers fixed instead, so she wants to borrow ours. So I have to drop our leaf blower with Kate, then drop Jake off at his friends to be babysat and have to spend 4 hours at work with no political input. Hand out iced teas, take orders, bus tables, bring extra Olga sauce. School is out, maybe I will be too busy to wonder and obsess.
TORTURE for a political junkie.
I know the show really isn’t until late tonight, even tomorrow perhaps but were I home today I could no sooner look away from the creation one brushstroke at a time than I would miss the finished painting.
I really have always had the need to figure things out, get every bit of data I can. The pieces of what makes a situation, person or place are as interesting to me as the entire. Nothing, no one, no part of a process occurs in a vacuum.
I want to see what people in West Virginia do, in Philadelphia, in California. I want to hear their voices outside the polling places. I want to study their faces, see them brave the rains in Raleigh and New York to make their places in history. I want to understand them, hear their stories.
I want to be there.
Final numbers don’t stand alone. Words need music and music needs rhythm. Every single piece is important.
There are bubbles racing under my skin like only 1970’s speed, Christmas eve as a tot, or total arousement can get you. Total rush.
I am a junkie, man….. I’m telling you.
The Dark Lord Days of Sauron Cheney and his minions are almost over.
I want to see the people drop the ring into the fires that forged it, the fires of their ignorance that fueled their previous votes turned into bright white light of an awakened mind. I want to see their relief, their pride at again making the age of men a thing to behold.
McCain says he will contest every State until he Gollums the Ring.
I want the eleven archers and hard working dwarves to to number so many today that he crawls back into the primordial slime that corrupted him from a Man into a sniveling wretch whining for his precious.
Yes, I am metaphoring myself to death, but truly I could go on and on.
I want to see shining young faces and wrinkled worn brows glow with the fact America could elect a man who looks just like them.
I will probably be up all night tonight.
Wish me Godspeed and us all Victory.
Look to the East, I will be back.
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appreciate if you dropped updates as you see them in this thread, so first step in the door, I can crank up the TV in the other room and catch up with what you saw.
and i thought i had it bad…………………….
how I feel every day I have to work. B/c I work 2nd shift, I’m never around when the rest of dd is…few in the a.m., and even fewer overnight (hello, catfishblues! always glad to run into ya at 2 a.m. Eastern!).
Today, though: today my work consists of voting. Took the day off (less of a big deal than it sounds: the last couple of weeks, my “weekend” has been Tuesday & Wednesday). Am going to head to the polls in a few minutes.
Then, I can sleep this afternoon & stay up to watch the national result & maybe blog a bit.
on hold for years, I have actually. My junkie self started out of fear but has progressed to alarming proportions. I too want to see and experience all of it. My joy that the collective souls of regular people have made the same journey even if they are not addicts, is to big to be contained at a key board. Anticipation and a sliver of fear will make it hard to focus on the life I need to resume the mundane paint the bathroom pay the bills call the kids one. Don’t they say after enlightenment you chop wood? Tomorrow I will get out my ax and chop some wood today I am transfixed.
Those stories have been a beacon for me through these long years. We westcoasters have an advantage in that we won’t have to stay up quite so long as the rest of the country. In my state we have almost exclusively mail-in ballots. I miss walking to the middle school a couple of blocks away, the elderly, sweet, and grumpy Croation women who register and hand you the ballot. Through time, the abilty to vote has become a dearer and more precious right in my mind. The fact that legally able citizens are actively discouraged and detered through dirty tricks, boils my blood.
p.s. What is Olga sauce?