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Years Gone By....
One.

As I headed to the polls around lunchtime yesterday, I was mindful of how my Election Day began and ended last year. I was up to an early alarm, out of my polling place before 7 a.m., and for the next 14 hours was in Pennsylvania, pollwatching to prevent Republican trouble that never came- at least not in the form of onsite voter suppression. There'd been bad omens during the day, and by the time I was back in this Erie County, the radio reports were turning dark. Sure things elsewhere weren't, and PA, still too close to call when I turned in, wound up in the R camp, either putting the Cheeto Not Yet To Be Named over the top or ensuring his place in the Electoral College even if one of the other supposed "blue firewall" states got recounted away from him.

Today was the anniversary proper of that day and night, and overall it produced hope for change when I heard the results from yesterday's elections. Democrats won governorships that had been predicted to remain or flip to GOP hands; yesterday's nutjob pundits called the Virginia race a bellwether until the Cheeto-backed candidate lost. Now they're saying it was a blue state all along and had nothing to do with his orange coattails. In my own state, with no state or national races on the ballot, Democrats took countywide offices in places I once lived that were reliably Republican- including Nassau County (where the incumbent GOP exec was shamed out of running again due to a federal indictment last year, which he blamed on the Clintons), and in the county surrounding Rochester (where Dems took the only countywide office and several towns that had been reliably red for decades). My current county's Democratic party regained control of its Lej, but lost the three countywide races on the ballot owing mainly to party incompetence at picking candidates and getting out the vote. Closest to home, though, we swept Republicans completely out of town government, ending their one-stop shop for connected developers to pave every remaining square inch of the place.

So- not perfect, but enough to make me keep calm and carry on until the midterms.

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Ten.

I went looking for a business card the other morning in the massive, disorganized box I keep such things in, along with varied expired credit cards, college and work IDs going back to the 70s, and wallet-sized photos of various people. In it, just above what I was looking for, tied to someone and some-when I'd been semi-aware of since the weekend. It was my brother-in-law's business card, probably from the 90s, and it fell into my hand on the 10th anniversary of his passing in November 2007, just two days short of his 70th (and my 48th) birthday.

Jean-Pierre was part of my life for over 40 years, from his first courting of my sister when I was very young, through a decade of weekend visits as my nieces grew, to living with him and them briefly just before my law career started, continuing after Sandy passed, his children married and eventually he remarried as well. Even though he's not with us to share the day tomorrow in person, our memories of the shared occasion will always be with me- we, the latest on the calendar of what his wife referred to as her family full of "you damn Scorpios."

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Fifty-eight.

That'll be me, in about three hours (sixish if you want to time it to the exact 3ish moment I popped out). I plan to spend it working but not crazy, as this week has been so far: three days, six court appearances in three different places in two cities. One tomorrow is resolved, and Friday is Veterans Day Observed. Tomorrow will be in my office here, Friday in Rochester. I might do something one of those nights, but just as likely it'll be kept quiet.

With age comes awareness of one's limitations, and as Sandy told me ages ago, "you know you're on your own when you have to buy your own toilet paper." This got brought home at the office earlier this week: Monday, we had a genuine crisis, as I discovered that we were down to the last couple rolls of TP. Our assistant in charge of such things had ordered the Big Box, but it's been on back order despite his diligent calls to check on it. (My guess is the shipments get directed to DC and Albany this time of year because they're so much fuller of shit around election time.)

At my age, trust me- this is not something to trifle with. So Monday night, I picked up some extra rolls at the store and brought them in when I got in yesterday. As did virtually every other person in the office.

This is why I love my coworkers. We cover each others' asses. Literally.

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weebleswobble From: weebleswobble Date: November 9th, 2017 02:36 am (UTC) (Link)
happy birthday. and many smiles and giggles at everyone covering each others asses. running out of TP is an unacceptable prospect. better to be safe than sorry.
tilia_tomentosa From: tilia_tomentosa Date: November 12th, 2017 12:18 am (UTC) (Link)
LOL one for all, all for one against the toilet paper crisis!

Happy belated birthday and sorry for being so absent-minded (as usual)!

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