Musta Missed It

I seriously must have missed something here. I didn’t go to the polls. Maybe that’s it. I did my voting via Absentee Ballot. We had a Teacher Workshop all day long on election day and I didn’t want to spend my evening standing in line. So I voted at my desk at school five days prior to the Big Day. It was a particularly tiring day so I didn’t even manage to stay up to watch the counting. In fact, I was in bed and sound asleep by 10 pm. So I musta missed something.

They tell me it was a historic event….this election thing. The first time a family of color will be moving into the White House. Hmm. I musta missed something because I ceased seeing Barack Obama as a ‘black man’ MONTHS ago. Seriously. He was just a ‘candidate.’ I was paying more attention to the issues this time around. To what both candidates had to say about education, the war situation and economy. I didn’t really see what color his words were. Just wanted to make sure that they were something I could support. Something that was important to me. So I musta missed something else.

Frankly, I found the last few days of this campaign to be totally boring. I hate aggressive verbal attacks. I can get plenty of that on the playgrounds at school. I didn’t even watch much tv last weekend. (Maura Tierney is gone from ‘ER’ after all. Sigh.) I watched only to see what was happening with Senate, House and local campaigns. I was totally sick of hearing “I am ___ ___and I approve this message.” Even some local candidates were using it. Bleh. Quite frankly, the tack sounded better coming from Richard Dreyfuss’ mouth in ‘An American President.’ Very passe this time after a short while. So I think I musta missed something.

My blogging friend, Mary, at The Eleventh is probably purple with rage reading this by now because I didn’t ‘get’ it. Or maybe she is embarrassed and is not wanting to call me a friend any more. This election was a HUGE deal for her. But, I wasn’t crying when I cast my vote. I was actually trying to balance the durn ballot on top of the huge stack of letters my kiddos had written to Veterans during our Tech Lab sessions. I have very little room for a huge ballot on my desk. And I couldn’t keep my eyes open long enough to watch which states were turning blue and which states were turning red. Old age is exhausting these days. And I wasn’t particularly stirred to learn who the winner was. Maybe I already knew? But rest assured, Mary. I was totally moved by the bits of his grand speech at Grant Park that I heard. Gonna get that transcript sometime soon. Actually I felt something akin to the same sort of feeling when I heard a similar recorded speech at the museum in Boston last summer?

However, NOW comes my time to sit up and truly pay attention. THIS is the process I am interested in. ‘Transistion’ is MY thing. I am very curious about cabinet appointments. I love reading all the predictions about what the First Lady will be making her ’cause.’ I am intrigued with a young family taking up residence in the White House. Who freaking cares what color they are? It’s going to be interesting to see which schools are scouted for a 7 and 10 year old. (Hint to Michelle: Check out Sidwell Friends. They did good by Chelsea, already know the Secret Service drill and is a 22 minute drive from the White House. Momism knows that the ride time gives you a chance to go over those spelling word lists and Math facts!) It’ll be fun to see if a dad is relegated to dog walking duty on occasion. It will be a joyous thing to see positive spirits and willingness to work hard radiating from Washington again. I am not gonna miss that!

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One Comment on “Musta Missed It”

  1. marymurtz Says:

    I’m not purple with rage! I agree with you that the really exciting part is watching the transition, watching to see who gets cabinet appointments, etc. I’m just glad you voted!

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