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November 5, 2020
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First, I promise, I'll change the menu color scheme for the site to something more aesthetic no later than my next blog. And on that . . . Thank God this election is over. Well, the part of it where the people vote, anyway. During early voting, I worked as a clerk for a site only a tenth of a mile from my home. Nice, huh? Now, consider that I worked seventeen of the eighteen consecutive days that the site was open, and on most days I worked fourteen hours. Then, I had to drive forty minutes on Saturday to pick up the equipment, set it up on Monday, and work another fourteen hours on Election Day before returning it to the same place I picked it up. Plus, there were over eight hundred Presiding Judges returning their equipment. To avoid COVID-19, we stayed in our cars and let the workers take it from inside. With only a few lines, it took another twenty minutes just to get to me. But in only took five minutes to take care of everything (which was a lot shorter than any of the other sets of three cars I saw). Another forty minute drive, a quick dinner, and I finally wenzzzzzzzzzzzzz........ I have to say, Biden is doing better than I expected. As I write this, we're still waiting on four states, and it looks like it may come down to Nevada, the smallest state left, with exactly what Biden needs to win. Yes, The Donald has to win every remaining state for a second term. But, as I said in my last blog, there was a doozy invoving "the girl of my dreams" during early voting. Well, it's a real doozy. But I'll tell you the other thing, first. On the first day of early voting, I was stationed outside as greeter in the afternoon. My main jobs were
I went out there at about 1:00 in the afternoon. At about 2:00, I saw one woman in line with her mask down. This was legal, since Governor Abbott had issued an executive order saying voters did not have to wear masks in the polling place. I later discovered it said in the polling place, meaning the actual room, telling me it was to satisfy voter ID laws, but that's beside the point. Change this woman's hair to brown styled in an '80s cascading waterfall, and she looked exactly like the girl of my dreams. I mean, right down to the shape of her mouth. She kept looking at me for some reason. I was wondering if it was her. When she reached the turn leading to the steps. she stepped a little further away and eyed me with her mask still hanging down, the look on her face like she was trying to figure me out. When she got to the top step, next to enter the building. she started talking about how nice the day was. As soon as she opened her mouth, I knew it wasn't her. This woman's voice was somewhat higher pitched and lacked a certain quality that made her voice recognizable to me. When she came back out after voting, she got in her car and sat there for two to three minutes before leaving. I couldn't see what she was doing because a truck was in the way. (And, yes, I kept doing my job.) Once she was gone, that was it. Out of sight, our of mind. The only unanswered question is . . . Why she was staring at me like that? Can you imagine what it might have been like if it had been her? Now, for the doozy. There was one woman I worked with during early voting. Nice, kind, gentle, and a sterotypical woman motormouth. Please, for the love of God, note that I said stereotypical. She still has nothing on my ex-wife, though. One day, early on, I went behind the Judge's table to throw away something. As luck would have it, the list of workers was on the screen for their iPad. Her name was there, and I caught her address. My first thought was, That looks familiar. The next morning, she and I were talking (well, she was talking), and she mentioned her husband's name. Suddenly, I realized where I'd seen her address before. When I got home that night, I went straight to a book of alumni from my high school I purchased when I was living in my first apartment. (Second rental; the first was a trailer in New Mexico ten years earlier.) I went straight to her name. Sure enough, her first husband had the same name--and when the information was gained for the book, they were living at the same address the clerk and her husband are currently living at. Hoe. Lee. Shee-ite. To think, both these things happened only thirty hours apart. Again . . . Hoe. Lee. Shee-ite. I have sworn never to make any attempt to make contact if it's the first move. At times, I was hoping this woman would make that move. There were times I could swear she knew, but she never let on if she did. But on the last day, she said to call her if I needed anything, but I didn't have her number--which she immediately gave me. Unfortunately, I may have to call her to try to get information about a problem on the last day of early voting. I won't go into it, but there are a number of other things that had happened before, in the last four months. I honestly believe at this point that this is God preparing me for something directly involving her. I can't imagine what it could be. The only possibility I seem to have is the message I left for her on this website. Since it can be found easily, I'll put it here because I have the gut feeling she's going to need this message, soon, if she doesn't already. I seriously hope it's just fear, but my gut instincts tend to be right. I know it's possible that things have completely fallen apart for you, and you have nowhere to turn. Don't be afraid to act with me the way I acted with you. I'll understand a lot better than you could have. Now that this last bit of election business is off my back, I'll look for something more light-hearted than usual for the next blog. Until next time . . . |
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