When I asked you all for some good mojo on last week's book group, someone must've been listening. It was probably my favorite discussion of all time. Which is even more pathetic as it was the only book I couldn't finish in two years of doing this thing.
Well, all the houses down the street are under water, but I can hardly blame the book group for that. I drove around for an hour this morning in a futile attempt to get to work, but all the roads headed north (where Teh Worke layeth) were closed. So I thought I'd do errands, or maybe help out with sandbagging efforts. But apparently there have been some charming examples of garbage wrapped in skin who've been spotted casing the neighborhood, so I stayed put to keep an eye on the house and made sweet potato knish and a curry. In a lot of ways I sound like
that Onion article, "Not Knowing What Else To Do, Woman Bakes American-Flag Cake." Perhaps I am.
I have to say that for the next 50 days until the election I'm not going to be good for ballast. Admitting this doesn't make the anxiety go away. I realized I've been for a long time trying to keep my personal thing together with the implicit understanding that this nightmare will go away in January, so I'm finding it really hard to believe that after eight years of this nonsense many people need to be convinced of the alternatives. I do believe things will eventually turn out okay, but the not-knowing is making it difficult for me to concentrate or to sleep well at night. I wish I had more of a sense of levity about this, honestly.
Last Friday I went out canvassing in a traditionally Republican neighborhood. I only met one person who said she was definitely going to vote for McCain, and she was the type of person who would vote for McCain: canary-blonde, angry-thin, pinched face. There was a used plastic tampon case and a lantern knocked askew on her front lawn. No, I'm not kidding. Everyone else said they definitely were going to vote for Obama, didn't want to say, or want to be courted until November. (Welllll, I don't knowwwwwww, things change all the tiiiiiiime....) Some people are like that. It was an encouraging afternoon, but now I'm nervous again.
Well, now I'm going to make seitan that I've promised
annlarimer that she doesn't have to eat.