Poor Aud. It was her very first trip to the polls (having turned 18 in July). She steps up to the desk to present her driver's license/identification after Paul and I went through. Turns out her middle initial and house number were incorrect on the main sheet. Our polling place is a very itsy bitsy little dinky (did I say small???) little room in the middle of an itsy bitsy small town that was once so important a place that allegedly President William McKinley made a campaign stop. Now? Ha.
Anyhow, so Audrey got to sit aside and cast a provisional ballot until the powers that be could verify that she was indeed the selfsame self as the mistake on the page.
After Paul and I got done, we just whispered to a lady in there, "Tell our daughter we went to the hardware next door," and left.
I will credit our poll volunteers with a job thoroughly done, though. Even though they must personally know a good number of people walking through the door, they are vigilant to get everything dually checked, checked off and signed in all the right places. With this sort of efficiency it is hard to imagine the difficulties and dare I say voter fraud that goes on other places. On election day, our folks wouldn't believe the identity of their own mother unless she showed i.d..
Most election nights we sit around waiting for the results to come in so we can tally up the electoral vote count. We often stick stickers on the wall map with the winner of each state. It's sort of an informal study of the election process.
Trevor has been casting absentee ballots (on index cards!) for about a week now. He has no loyalty to any particular candidate because everyone (even people not running) received votes from him----multiple times. (We will need to better explain the one vote thing, I guess. Lol.) Hey, a three year old who sorta understands what an absentee ballot is about is pretty clever in my book (if I don't say so myself!). For the record, he did watch his older brother and sister* fill out their absentees, so he didn't just come by the knowledge naturally.
We got home and a semi was backed in the driveway. Time to load up another semi full of black walnuts. Sooooo, this means I will be needing to get some food together to feed my hungry crew after they get done with that job.
After that: haul more hay. Pick up meat from the butcher.
*Maria is out of state for the week and Logan works the most insane hours.
~Colleen
P.S. Yay!! I finally figured out how to make paragraphs in HTML on the TAB.
