October’s End

October’s End

My usual exuberance for all things Halloween, and for October in general, has been tempered by the approaching mid-term elections in the US.

I signed up to write 200 get-out-the-vote postcards, but I severely underestimated how long it would take to hand-address each card, print a specific message, and add postage to so many. They had to be mailed on October 21, and I didn’t return from my Ohio trip until the wee hours of October 20.

Get out the vote postcards
Get out the vote postcards

I tried writing the cards on my flight to Ohio, but only managed to write ten! Yikes. The plane’s bumps, the low tray table, and other annoyances had me set them aside for something more mundane. Once home and easing into local time, I got started in earnest. My friend Mary offered to help, stopping by for an hour and a half to complete 25 cards. In the end, I mailed over 100 postcards by the stated deadline, and I know the next time to invite a group of friends to help.

Nearly 80% of California voters vote by mail, but you can return your ballot in person to a drop box, which we opted to do this time. Tuesday is election day, so for now we wait.

Temperatures throughout October remained unseasonably warm, sometimes as much as 15 degrees above norms. We had one glorious day of rain, and then the warm weather returned. It’s an odd juxtaposition of falling leaves and shirtsleeve weather.

My garden surprised me with a volunteer pumpkin in early August. I watched over it like a mama cat with her kittens. I harvested the pumpkin when it was fully orange, but over the month it turned green. I’ve never had that happen before.

Mike loves carving pumpkins, so he bought three at a local market today, and as of this evening, he’s finished carving two. One is a new pattern he printed from the web: a pumpkin-headed scarecrow. He also carved a Minion from the popular children’s movie—just one more to go.

Halloween is big in our neighborhood, and it falls on a Saturday this year, so we’re expecting about 500 doorbell ringers tomorrow. I enjoy the creativity of many of the costumes, and I adore the little ones holding out a bag for a sweet, not fully understanding what’s going on. I’ve taken snapshots of a couple of neighborhood displays, below.

In between work, travel, and other responsibilities, I’ve been doing the usual fall chores. The Magnolia drops leaves and heavy seed pods this time of year, so I clear them out of the shrubs below using a rake or my gloved hands. A few weeds remain, but prolonged dry temps keep them in check, at least for now. The work is therapeutic, and the earth’s closeness soothes my rattled soul.

Happy Halloween!

Red, White and a Little Blue

Tomorrow is Independence Day in the United States, commonly referred to as the 4th of July. Americans celebrate in a number of ways, and we’ve probably participated in most of them: fireworks shows, classical concerts ending with the 1812 overture, block parties and the like.

This year we’re going with a quieter approach. Our boys have outgrown the neighborhood block party and frankly its a bit of a relief. I’ve always preferred smaller, quieter gatherings. Small talk wears me down and the heat of the day leaves me exhausted. The work involved setting up and tearing down tables and chairs, canopies, etc. is something I’m happy to leave in the past.

Although fireworks are illegal in Santa Clara County, we’re hearing the percussive boom of mortars going off nearby. It’s a huge strain on the cats, who’ve retreated under beds or in closets. It’s hard seeing them frightened knowing there is nothing we can do but wait it out.  Unfortunately, the worst is yet to come.

As America celebrates its hard-won independence from the British Monarchy,I hope people will stop and reflect. What is the true meaning of democracy; why is freedom of the press so important? Our sitting president is making a mockery of what this country stands for.

Here is a brief excerpt from the Declaration of Independence. Source: Wikipedia

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

This has been called “one of the best-known sentences in the English language”,[8] containing “the most potent and consequential words in American history”.[9] The passage came to represent a moral standard to which the United States should strive. This view was notably promoted by Abraham Lincoln, who considered the Declaration to be the foundation of his political philosophy, and argued that the Declaration is a statement of principles through which the United States Constitution should be interpreted.[10]

On the eve of what should be a great celebration, it’s hard not to feel a little blue.

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Red, white and blue books in the Little Free Library and an assortment of bookmarks for the taking

 

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Election Day in America

At long last, election day is here.

It’s been a long, contentious, embarrassing campaign. The stakes are incredibly high. But today, with my head held high, I will cast my vote for Hillary Clinton.

Our garage is a polling place once again. A line formed shortly before 7:00 and we’ve had a steady stream of voters ever since. It’s 8:20 am as I write this. Our polls close at 8:00 pm, and since we live in California, we are one of the last states to vote other than Hawaii.

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Our garage, ready for voters

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According to Google Maps, I have to travel 1 foot to my polling place. :-)

I’ve been a bundle of nerves for days, but today I feel a sense of calm. We all get one vote and all votes count. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

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These signs represent the diversity in our community

I wish my mom were alive to see it. She was a staunch defender of women’s rights and supported early candidates such as Shirley Chisholm. Mom died in 2008, a few weeks after we elected Barack Obama, but she’d slipped into dementia at that stage of her life so she never knew.

Shirley Chisholm said:

The emotional, sexual, and psychological stereotyping of females begins when the doctor says, “It’s a girl.

and…

Tremendous amounts of talent are lost to our society just because that talent wears a skirt.

and..

You don’t make progress by standing on the sidelines, whimpering and complaining. You make progress by implementing ideas.

She was a remarkable woman, ahead of her time.

Here are a few posts from fellow bloggers that I think you’ll enjoy.

America Votes! by Stacy P. Fischer of Visual Venturing

Loving Hands and Nasty Women by KerryCan of Love Those Hands at Home

And to tickle your funny bone, assuming you share my sense of humor, here are several clips from Randy Rainbow:10 Times Randy Rainbow Slayed the Election.  His beautiful voice and dead-on parodies have helped keep me sane.

Finally, why women are wearing white on election day.
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Voting with my Votes for Women pin (thank you Laurie) while wearing a white dress

Let’s shatter this glass ceiling once and for all. Tomorrow can’t get here soon enough.

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He’s wearing his white pant suit, but he’s not quite ready to face the day.

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