5 days to the election. Within a week it seems that things may finally change - but honesty we know that’s unlikely. Election day will only mark the beginning of the next round of conflict that will likely bleed into January if not later.
I voted already. This year filled with the angst of making sure my vote would count. Distrust of the mail, a desire to vote in person, but Covid, but lines, but the fear of armed militias roaming the streets. I opted for a drop box - deciding on one by the Blue Line, where there is a manned police substation - presumably a deterrent to tampering, arson, or bombs. Still, I tracked my ballot like an Amazon package, anxiously checking the website until my ballot showed up and accepted at the registrar.
I can’t remember an election more fraught - though 4 years ago I also opted for a drop box. This year though - conversations of should we own firearms? how much and what should we stock up on? do we need to keep some plywood at hand to board up windows?
At night we’ve been catching up watching the Mandalorian - a fun romp, but a story that advances each episode with new enemies to kill, or surviving attempts to be killed - is it any wonder that that has become our go-to for conflict resolution? Friday a new episode of The Great British Bake Off drops, and I look forward to watching a competition in which everyone is sad when someone’s batter doesn’t properly rise. I need more models like this, where everyone aspires to be good and no one ever says, “I didn’t come here to make friends.”
Most of the things we worry about never come to pass - I hope this remains true.
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