Election Day in Canada! My God, I always forget what a charge I get from voting---I hang around the voting station till someone gives me a scowl just because I love to watch people vote. Our polling station is in Chinatown and that much richer an event for the election voyeur.
This year it's so important, and I hope I'm not going to have my heart broken. At least in my riding, we know we have a strong NDP candidate, so maybe it will ripple outwards. If you know me, you know I'm hoping for a change in government. And I'm not all that picky about who makes the change.
When I went out to vote today, it was raining. I knew that. I had a raincoat on, which I always forget is only a raincoat in name, not profession; I had a big umbrella; I own a pair of wellies, but I chose to wear shoes. All of the above, except for the wellies, are soaking wet, sitting in my bathtub, causing me to feel uncharitable about some of the drivers out today. I think I know what party those irresponsible, inhumane and short-sighted people are from.
After I got home, we had a visit from the Dell guy, who is actually the Unisys guy. He didn't laugh when I told him what our problem was, but I'd eased into it by telling him that I was sick in bed when I did the foolish deed. Both the DVD and the CD are still working, and in fact, Justin Rutledge is singing into my head as I write.
I'm doing, momentarily, the thing I thought I'd do always when I was retired: listen to music with both headphones and lyrics, and it's heaven.
So Voters, don't spoil my mood!