Election Eve

It's a spooky night. Not really- it's a wet and average night. I have watched some Frontline, gotten the manager at Barnes and Noble to subvert her no returns without a receipt rule for me, wandered hopelessly lost around the remodeling in progress QFC (grocery store), and returned home in time to upload some Halloween pics, if the internet gods will smile upon me. So far, only frowning.

There is so much to write about. I have fifty little posts in my head. About my crazy week at work, and my zen breakthrough on what a gift genuine feedback is, even when it stings. About a family of suckers who showed up to an empty church parking lot and still didn't remember it was daylight savings day. About my love hate relationship with campaign coverage. About my plans for an old school girls' road trip (this week!). About my kid getting moved up to the Orca class, and how stoked she is that she got to use GLUE! About my newly formed fond wish that people would be more evangelical about the things they love that are not religion or politics related.

But it is late, and although I would like to say that I will be up early, driving elderly Democrats to the polls, really I will be furiously working away, hoping to make a lot of progress to make up for the three days I will be taking off. I will say this, though- tonight at yoga, when we did the thing we do at the beginning, where we quiet our thoughts, and get ready for our practice (or whatever, I don't know), I quieted my thoughts, but I swear in my quiet head I could hear the thoughts of people all around, all over the country. I could hear the excitement and the optimism and the thrill. Maybe these are all the voices in my head? You only get one vote, guys.

I don't have to tell the four people who read this blog to vote. I trust you. But I can't wait, I cannot wait for tomorrow.

Ah, now the upload thing is finally working again, so, pictures:

How's this for a cute witch? The not-too-menacing cat was her idea. I thought since she was a witch, I didn't need to bother with the detangler and comb wrestling match. So yeah, that's some witchy hair. 
This was at the Halloween party we went to last Saturday. If Muriel could talk, and swear, she would say, "Are you effing kidding me with this, Mom?!"

Even Naomi the witch recognizes costume folly when she sees it.

This is the actual night of Halloween. Naomi was asked by her photographer to make a good witch face. Yeah! In the background, Muriel settles once and for all how she feels about her penguin getup. She did wear her Dieter from Sprockets black turtleneck and leggings, with her penguin hat, for the door to door.

Finally, I must relate that of the two groups of trick or treaters we got, one of them was our next door neighbor boy, wearing a John McCain mask and carrying a water rifle (?). Naomi must have really picked up on my amusement, because for two days she has been relating the funny anecdote of a kid coming to the door dressed like John McCain. I guess you have to hear her tell it- but really, it's funny.

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