Thankful for Voting Rights

Too predictable? Oh well, I've been planning today's post for a week!

So, I woke up at 6AM this morning and tottered down two flights of stairs to Chad's basement lair, where he was all washed and dressed and coifed for work.

"You want to go vote?" I croaked out in my best morning voice.

"I don't see why not!" he answered.

I put on some clothes that were not pajamas and we drove through the dark to the pretty Episcopalian church with the red door.

There was a line at the Episcopalian church with the red door! I was so excited! There has never been a line here before! We waited a whole ten minutes while all the poll workers (most of whom were, like, 100 years old) fluttered around like little nervous birds to get things all ready. They opened the polls and we filed in. They kept processing us even though there were only three machines available. We started filling in the room, staring at the backs of the voters in front of us. I finally got my turn, and when I was finished, I looked around for the sticker, because I ALWAYS want the sticker.

They didn't have any stickers. My heart was broken. Chad's was too: he wanted that free coffee from Starbucks. Oh well, as my dad would say, "Easy come, easy go." No freebies for us.

I took this photo while waiting for Chad to finish up. It's not the best picture, but I figured people might get nervous if I starting snapping the camera at them while they were voting. They might even call that voting hotline number and report me as a violation. So this is my picture of voting.

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I'm thankful that I get to vote. It's my chance to have a say, a very small say, but still, a say. I'm thankful for the women who fought for my right to vote. For my immigrant great and great-great grandparents who left Eastern Europe seeking a better life for their descendents. I'm thankful for the old people who man the polls every election day, no matter how big or small the turn-out. I'm thankful, even though things don't always happen the way I've voted them to.

Have you voted today?

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7 Responses to Thankful for Voting Rights

  1. heidiannie says:

    Nope, I voted a couple of weeks ago! Love that absentee ballot! But I am glad you got to wait in line! People are turning out in droves this year! And —- related but not the same subject- I am thinking of rescinding friendship rights to those people on facebook who insist on preaching their party lines and values in their status!

  2. Allyanne says:

    OH MY GOSH, I totally agree about the facebook thing! I have been so offended over the past few days by what people have said about this election, that I almost want to block them from my home page! I understand that everyone is entitled to his or her opinion, and I think it’s great that people are passionate about their beliefs. But PLEASE stop bashing other people’s!
    Ok. I’m done now.

  3. liz says:

    I’m with you both! My political beliefs do not define me; do other people really want to be defined by theirs? Maybe we can move on to other things tomorrow…

  4. Jill says:

    Totally agree…. my yard sign was stolen… and they left the sticks, so I know they weren’t taking it to use it. I do not bash anyone else for their beliefs but I am PASSIONATE about mine. So leave me alone and I will leave you alone.
    I voted 2 weeks ago since I knew the kids were going to be home today and I didn’t think they’d like the lines… I am really glad I did… especially since it is SO beautiful today.

  5. Just did. No lines. No one but Tom, Jake and me and the perennial elderly ladies and black felt tipped pens.
    But they DID say it was busy earlier.
    I got a sticker. Wish I could give you mine; I prefer Caribou coffee! ; D

  6. Cynthia Schley says:

    In the end God is in control. For that I am very thankful. I voted a few weeks ago any thing to not stand in lines.

  7. Heather says:

    I voted. Funny I was thinking yesterday when I was at the polls that this is just about the only time every that a grown person would stand in line and actually wait for a sticker. My husband is an immigrant and can’t vote. When I got home proudly toting my little sticker, he stole it and put it on his lapel and all we could do was chuckle. Grown people and a sticker.

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