28th October 2024
Well my cup flowed over today. I went with Kelli to an early voting centre so she could cast her choice for the next American president.
We arrived at a very full car park at one of the council buildings. The signs were fluttering in the breeze, so we were in the right place. We walked into the building along with many others and followed the arrows down the stairs to the basement. We could see a line of people through the glass doors. We followed the line down many corridors that snaked around, finally reaching the end of the queue. There was an estimated one hour wait which did not fill my heart with joy. Soon there were people lining up behind us, so we felt that we were on the move.
Progress was slow, but as we shuffled forward there was optimism that the next turn would lead us into the voting station.
How wrong we were, there was another corridor and another corner at the end of that.
As my past life flashed before my eyes, we entered the large room with a row of officials with laptops and printers.
I felt like a spare part as Kelli went through her application process. Once that was over the paperwork was printed out and placed into a large cardboard folder, she then moved towards the booths to do her duty. I followed her round, and was immediately challenged by an official who instructed me to move into the observation area that was marked out on the floor in orange tape. As I was the only one standing there I felt very vulnerable.
It took Kelli a while to complete the paperwork, because there are many people listed on the ballot for many different positions like county commissioners, judges, police and other official roles, lavatory cleaners and car park attendants, all these had to be selected before she could feed her form into the machine that secured her ballot.
As we left, there were many more people arriving and tackling the stairs of doom.
“Well that was an hour I won’t get back” went through my mind, but it was done and I survived.
Next stop was the landscape supplier for buy some dirt, not just any dirt, real black dirt.
I have had dirt delivered, but with the cost of delivery nearly as much as the dirt itself, I decided to get it in bags and collect it myself.
I managed to get twenty one bags in the back of the truck, poor thing, it’s had quite a heavy time recently.
All the dirt allowed us to continue with our project, which is turning out to be a mini wall of China.
My aim is to make a better job that what was there originally, so with my spirit level and my rubber mallet at the ready, I continued my construction.
Another Lifetime to go 