I Got My Vote On

I went and voted yesterday! Since my job is steadily becoming my life, I am out of town on Tuesday. This was the first year that I have lived in Ohio that you could "early vote". I'm still trying to figure out why I could only vote downtown at the Board of Elections...but maybe that is a kink that they will work out for the next time.

I will say this although it took me two and a half hours to vote...I never stood in one place for longer than about ten minutes. When I got in line...the line was about two city blocks long...it was really moving to see this many people participating. It was a veritable Beneton ad...White, Black Latino, Asian, men, women, young, and old. I was very excited to see as many young voters as I did...as they tend to get a bad wrap for not showing up.

I stood in line with the very lovely Miss Maxine. She was in her Sunday finest with her daughter and granddaughter...three generations in line to vote. Talking with Miss Maxine was the highlight of my day. She was so exited to vote that she kept dabbing at her eyes as we talking about the meaning of this particular election. This was a woman who was born before women had the right to vote, who was charged a poll tax in more than one election, and lived to see the day when she could vote for a president that looked like her. I'm glad that she got to see that day as well.

The worker from the Board of Elections said that they had already early voted some 60,000 people and that they were expecting another 5,000-6,000 yesterday. As I dropped my ballot in the box I gave a kiss for luck and asked the election gods to please make sure that it counted. I have my "I voted today" sticker on a piece of wax paper so that I can wear it on Tuesday, even though I won't be at home.

Jules Hearts the Library

I have always loved going to the library. My original library card is still on file at the Herbert E. Jones library in my hometown. I've probably spent months in that building if you add all of the time together. At one point it felt like I had read everything that there was to read in those shelves.


I loved the library at Wheeling Jesuit as well. I loved the fact that they could track down what ever books I needed. If there was an obscure journal article that struck my fancy the librarians could get it for me. I loved hiding in the back corners where the fiction lived...never was as happening a place as the research section; but it afforded pleasant distractions from my studies. I would not have a 10+ year love affair with Nick Hornby novels if it weren't for a copy of High Fidelity distracting me from writing my thesis.


My current library, Westlake Porter, is the number 2 library of it's size in the country. It is a posh suburban number. You could probably fit the library of my childhood in it twice. Even though it is shiny and state of the art...I love it as well. I love the room of new releases...all of these brand new books that I wouldn't pay any attention to at a book store catch my attention. Some of them are brilliant and some of them aren't my cup of tea. I love that 9 times out of 10 when I've mentioned something that I was looking for that they didn't have...they've ordered it.


I also love watching the people...watching them pick out their books; especially the kids. I generally don't have much use for small children that aren't related to me, but at the library I like them. I love how they are so excited for story time. I like watching them chew on their bottom lip as they are picking out the book they get to check out. Their tiny faces have such a look of concentration...that it makes me smile as I realize that I am making the exact same face.

Are You Kidding Me?

I've spent the past couple of weeks working in a center with a laundry list of issues trying to help get them squared away. They have had all of the staff turn over. They work with a very difficult population of students, 98% have multiple issue IEPs. Just bad all the way around. They are getting better...they are working on getting the right people in the right places and if everyone can locate and get their shit together things will be fine.

There is a kid there that has been diagnosed with one of the Autism Spectrum Disorders...and it isn't on said kid's IEP. How do you not address this. You will put down that said kid doesn't interact well with peers and get all hot and bothered that the kid isn't making progress on that front. Here's a news flash you freakin' idiot...the kid isn't wired for social interaction. I was so angry talking to the "professional" who needs to evaluate progress...that I walked away for fear of calling said person names or placing said person's head through an inanimate object. Unfucking believable!

Updates...

I know that I have been scarce as of late, but not much has been going on in my world. I got to luxuriate in 3 whole weeks of not traveling for work; at which time I was on the down low...Benedictine monks were getting out more. After traveling for 9 consecutive weeks with 3 weeks of not even making it home on the weekends, I had 0% desire to do anything.

I am now in the middle of what will probably end up being 3 straight weeks of being back on the road; mercifully the mandatory attendance family wedding will break up what could have turned into another 7 week workfest. I am in the process of helping to salvage a large contract in metro Atlanta. The village idiots were left in charge and they did everything but burn the house down. I love cleaning up after others!

I swear I'm trying to become a runner!

I thought I would update my vast (ironic) readership on how the running is going. I am getting ready to start week 4 of my Couch to 5K training program. This week's fresh hell has 5 minute running stretches at a time...I only think there are two of them mixed in amongst some shorter ones. Seeing as how I was sucking massive amounts of wind during today's 3 minute run; I hold little optimism for the 5 minute intervals. I may repeat week 3 as to build some confidence.

I need to pick a race to run. There are a couple in October that jive with my schedule, but I don't know if I will be able to run the whole 3 miles by then without having to walk any of it. So it is looking like I may need a November race. There are a couple of them on the Hermes website, but with limited info.

I will, however, need to break out my passport and schlep over to the East Side to visit the boys at Second Sole to get a new pair of kicks to run in. They are good eggs there and their major concern is pairing my deformed, wide, flat, pronating feet in the shoes that are right for them...meaning they never would have sold me the ratty assed Nikes that make me feel like I've been knee-capped by the time I'm done running in them. The Mizunos are taking a beating and need some friends.

Long story short...I have stopped hating running even though I am wicked slow. I need to pick a race to run and get some new shoes.

Dans la Maison

From the news of the "About Damn Time" bureau...I am home for the next two weeks. No work related traveling for this girl. However, because no good deed goes unpunished, I do have weeks of reporting to get caught up on. I think it is a fair trade off.

There are rules...

...about wearing dirty librarian glasses. You may not wear them, would be Republican VP, and try to ban books from public libraries!!! You are hereby required to wear old lady glasses, surrender your Karen from "Will and Grace" hair piece, keep your mitts away from my uterus, and go back to the hellmouth from which you came.