Confession time: I am still not over the 2016 Presidential Election. I don’t know that I will ever really get over it. To go from euphoria to despair in just a few short hours, and then to see many of my fears realized over the past two years–it has truly been a demoralizing time for many of us.
Still, hope springs eternal. And it has been exciting and energizing to see so many people voting this year.
Last year I wore my closest approximation of a pantsuit in tribute to Hillary. Here is this year’s voting ensemble, a tribute to my political homelessness:
Election Day is a holiday for public school students, so Lorelei accompanied me to the polls. She’s almost 14, but she still likes pressing the button for me.
In 2016, Emily was also with us, and the three of us celebrated what we expected to be an historic occasion by visiting the women’s suffrage statue in Market Square and then breakfasting at Pete’s. This year, Emily voted early because she had to be out of town today. But Lorelei and I still went out to breakfast, this year at First Watch, just down the road a piece.
And now, it’s time to watch the returns, and the kids are calling me. We’ve done all we can do.
Election Day Redux
