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Not exactly feeling like a freedom rider...
It's 9 AM on election day, and I am sitting outside the entrance to the polling place in Erie, Pennsylvania. It's been an interesting morning after a bizarre day yesterday.

Yesterday was the day of the brilliant comeback. Not the Buffalo Bills, although they apparently tried after I went to bed, and hopefully not of any orange-haired candidates, but of my dreaded bug. I never completely shook it, and beginning yesterday morning the cough returned with a vengeance throughout the day. It kept me up a good part of last night, and it seems a little better today, but I'm just pissed off that I didn't completely beat the thing. Eleanor sounds much better, which would be consistent with being on two medications and having an inhaler, and if this is still active when I get home, I'll be spending part of my birthday getting, what else, medications and an inhaler.

Yesterday was also my only full day in my own office in six days, and it was generally a shitshow. Little got accomplished, calls did not get returned, and one of my coworkers had to spend most of HER day fretting about a transaction where a client is now contradicting express instructions he authorized last week.

During my overnight wakefulness, I got to read about the way the referees totally jobbed the Bills last night. I am just glad I didn't have to witness it in real time.

Oh, and I threw the cat out. Michelle, a.k.a. "Satan's little sister," decided to jump up on me while eating, spilling a wine glass all over the living room hardwood floor. After everything else, I just grabbed her and tossed her out the back door. It wasn't raining, or cold, but I had just had enough of her constant in-your-faciness. Eleanor felt sorry for her, so I rounded her up from the back porch, and she proceeded to shun me for a good couple of hours. By bedtime, though, she was back in her usual spot – in my face – and while not kissing, we had made up.


Despite all that, and probably just over four hours of sleep, I was up in time to feed everybody, pack up the car, and head for my two election assignments. First was my own vote, and are nearby polling place. Just after 6 AM, it was packed. There are two precincts that share the church hall, and I was the 29th voter in line when I finally got to the head of the line around 6:30. Our friend Ann, who will be letting Ebony in and out of our house tomorrow, also votes at the church, and she had a similar wait for her line. Then it was just me and Siri finding our way to Erie Pennsylvania for my day of protecting voters.

I'm here. Now all I could use is some voters.


The protection project, and Pennsylvania election law, have two categories of observers. Official poll watchers are allowed in the precinct, and have access to certain things. To be one, you need credentials, which you can only get if you are registered voter in that county. That makes me merely an observer. They assign attorneys from out of Pennsylvania to these locations in case lines get long, or trouble breaks out.

I don't think that's going to be a problem. When I got here, there was not a single voter inside the station. I knew to find the Judge of Election- an official and elected office in this state who is in charge of all decisions and decorum. Very nice lady, but I think I off – put her a little just being here. Before long, she was on the phone to somebody who insisted that I do all my observing from outside the station. But she, and all the poll workers, we're very nice about it, and even offered to share their coffee with me anytime I wanted it. (Frankly, given this bug, access to the bathroom and water fountain is much more important;)

This is actually fine. It's a beautiful day, and there's a working electrical outlet next to the folding chair I brought. So I will be bored but I will not be powerless.

For now, I will fill in the rest of this with some random photos from The trip so far.

A Penn State remote campus right off the 90. Knowledge is good.


Yes, they assigned the guy from Buffalo to a polling place named for the President we shot. At least the foliage is nice out here.


And another, nicer, taste of Buffalo: Sister Karen's peaceprints:)
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thanatos_kalos From: thanatos_kalos Date: November 8th, 2016 03:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
Have fun at the polls! :) I voted earlier and there was basically no wait once they opened and no one armed or intimidating.
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