Every vote counts!

It has been a wild political ride for the last few months! Do you agree? As a woman, I am thrilled to have a woman come this close to being elected, but I am also afraid that victory will be snatched from our grasp, as it has been so many times.  

I have to admit my first thought was, “Shit, we are so fucked!” when I first heard that Biden had stepped down and was throwing his weight behind Kamala Harris.

Not because she didn’t have the background or the brains to win but because she sat down to pee. You know it is true! Many men and women do not think a woman will or should ever become president. If you are shaking your head, “No,” do I have to remind you of Hillary, who got the majority of votes, but the dreaded electoral college gave it to “the Orange One.”

I hope you remember the disaster!

I remember huddling at home and wondering when COVID would strike me and/or my husband down.

We didn’t get the vaccine until Biden was elected.

I don’t know about you, but I still have a huge supply of masks. I remember sewing a bunch of cloth ones and sending them to our kids. I know they would not be as effective as the ones for medical workers, but they gave us a little breathing room, so to speak!

Remember the Supply Line that wasn’t? The empty shelves? Toilet Paper pirates? Keeping six feet away from everyone. We were lucky; we didn’t have to watch any of our loved ones waste away, locked away from us, and not allowed to hug them or say goodbye.

But that wasn’t the worst of it!

It was when our “Fearless Leader” told us to inject bleach into our veins to stop the virus! And that Covid was no more dangerous than a cold.

But when he was affected, he was rushed to the hospital and treated with the best of everything.

Okay, enough of my bitching!

I remember when Kamala participated in a REAL DEBATE against then-Vice President Biden. She stood out from all the others as a strong, intelligent woman. Biden, to his credit, picked her to be his running mate. I would bet that he was told it was crazy. I think he was crazy, like a fox!  

So far, the opinion of this “over-the-hill female” appears to be that she is also crazy like a fox.

She picked the lesser-known Tim Walz as her running mate over several better-known men. I can’t remember when a potential running mate dove in head-first and came up ready to take on the fight of his life.

I remember the principal of a small school I attended, and Tim mirrored him so much. He was kind and caring, but he took on the bullies and made me feel like my Daddy was there with me on the school grounds at recess.

The team of Harris and Walz may not be able to do all the wonderful things they propose, as that depends on the support of the Senate and House of Representatives, but they are sure gonna try!

My vote may not mean as much as Cheney’s, but they have got it!

Published by Time Traveler of Life

Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

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