•Later this morning I’ll make my way to our current voting precinct in its current polling place.
It’s in an old Greek Church now. The decor in this church is gold and overstated, think My Big Fat Greek Wedding, but the church members who welcome you to their church/polling place are as sweet as can be.
They stand in sharp contrast to the election board people who, it seems, would prefer to not be doing what they’re doing, as shown by the snarls on their faces.
Same grouches, every year.
•When we first moved here over 20 years ago we voted at the VFW Hall.
Situated back a long creepy lane, to get to this polling place you followed the signs for the “Sunday Turkey Shoot” that lead to a grass parking lot. Then you stood outside in the weather until the election board people allowed 2 voters at a time inside the building.
We’d moved here to this big city suburb from an upscale small town and were shocked that the polling place, reeking of cigarette smoke, still used paper ballots– and consistently ran short on pencils.
We learned to take a Benadryl before we went to vote and to take a pencil with us.
•Our next polling place was at a fancy golf course.
It was easy to get to this place that had a real parking lot, lighted even. At first it seemed ideal, however this is the polling place where Zen-Den, Esq., got mad and made a point.
He was not pleased about how the partisan people who lurk around the outside entrance into the polling place were positioning themselves; they were too close to the building, thus breaking the law.
Inside the building he told the election board people this was wrong–and they shrugged. So Z-D called the sheriff’s office and filed a complaint. The pushy lurker people got in trouble, and the election board people have never forgotten about it.
Or Zen-Den. Or his wife. Who they consider to be has much of a troublemaker as he was.
Guilt by association, you know?
•All of which brings me to today’s foray into the American voting process.
I’ve paid no attention to any of the people who are running for office this election cycle. In what will a first for me, an Independent voter, I’ll be voting a straight Democratic ticket.
If the GOP won’t do the right thing and depose our so-called president, a sexual predator, business fraud, Russian-backed, draft-dodging old man, then I’ll start the ball rolling by getting rid of the GOP.
Are you with me here, kids? If last year’s presidential election confirmed one thing for me, it’s that you can do everything right and still fail; BUT it’s important that you do that right thing anyhow.
I saw this challenge floating around the blogosphere and I liked it because lately I’ve been looking for + doing different things here on my blog. I’m not a daily blogger, so I modified the rules creating a way in which I could participate.
THE “OFFICIAL” RULES*
Seven black and white photos of your life.
Challenge someone new each day.
THE “ALLY BEAN” RULES**
Seven black and white photos from your ordinary life.
No explanation of photos.
Suggest that someone else might want to do this, too.
The Black & White Photographs
• • •
• • •
• • •
• • •
• • •
• • •
• • •
• • •
What I Learned
I LOOKED FOR objects that I see in my daily life. I excluded nature, signs, & anything having to do with beverages. This limited my options dramatically.
FINDING OBJECTS TO photograph with no people in the frame was more difficult to do than I realized it’d be.
FINDING A WAY to take a photo of an object that I see daily was not alway possible because getting perspective on things took some doing. If I was in a car in traffic or walking on a busy street with people, I couldn’t do it.
B&W PHOTOGRAPHY IS a whole different animal than color photography. Many of the photos that I thought would be great turned out to be duds.
[Did we not all immediately think of Mack the Knife when we read this article?]
Are we not inspired to be better people because of her?
~ ~ • ~ ~
I’m going to say YES! to all three questions because this is a news story unlike any other that I’ve read lately.
I like that Hatheier saw a problem [shark in wrong place]; sized up the situation [I can capture this critter who is “kind of like a toddler”]; and then went on to solve the problem [put shark in better place].
Granted I’d be scared to try to hug a shark, but I say kudos to Melissa Hatheier for doing so. And to any and all women out there who unceremoniously make their immediate world a safer place.