Last night I ran one mile to my polling place where I was pleased to see almost no line. I decided to go in and vote (you’ll have to guess for whom I voted) because I assumed that I’d be in and out and returning to my four mile run in no time. Filling out the form, even while mildly sweating, proved to be efficient and then I got into the line to receive my smart card…. There were at least eight voting machines, most of which were empty for the ten-to-fifteen minutes that I waited in line in order to get to one. The two workers, which had at least four people at the table because it’s government work after all, had major difficulties programming the smart cards that we now use in this age of electronic voting.
Frustrations heightened I exited the polling location after voting and completed the final three miles of my run.
And we wonder why more people don’t vote in this country…
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
When I see that I am doing it wrong there is a part of me that wants to keep doing it the same way anyway and even starts looking for reasons to justify the continuation.
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
Partying Like It Was 1845
Last night after investigating some plumbing issues in the house (it never ends!) we three headed up to East Atlanta Village. We started at The Graveyard where it was half-price-bottle-of-wine and trivia night. For the most part I participated in neither as I drank beer with my hamburger and only supplied one answer for the table next to us (“What is the hometown of Tom Petty?” — If I couldn’t answer that then I should be ashamed!)
From The Graveyard I suggested that the next beer should be at The Glenwood because I wanted something special. My sole beer purchase at The Glenwood was a Fullers 1845 which was rather delicious! As an added bonus we ran into a few more hashers who joined our table for a drink. All in all it was a fun night out in old EAV.
There were many reasons that I didn’t play Scrabble for the better part of the past thirty years. The foremost of these reasons was that my vocabulary isn’t all that deep. I assumed that I’d be better at Scrabulous because I could cheat and use online dictionaries to help me out. As of today I am still a non-winner at Scrabulous.
Yesterday I suffered a defeat because my lack of understanding about the rules, and not because of my word skills. I had positioned myself to play the final word of the game and overcome my opponent’s score. What I failed to realize was that my opponent was going to play her final tile and end the game, thus denying me the opportunity to play my final two tiles. Stupid game.
ITP Flickr Pic
Here is one of the victors of my Scrabulous games
Here we see her smiling while she anticipates the pain that I will suffer from losing our game.
George’s Is A Possibility If Its Still Standing Tonight
With all of this tornado talk one can never be certain…
If the weather clears I will be at George’s tonight for a 6pm run. With me I will bring some of the items left behind at my Super Bowl party in hopes that the owners of these items will also be in attendance. (Martha, yours will not be with me because I wanted to wash your baking dish and didn’t get to it last night — sorry.)
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – like my life is in a treadmill and I am making no progress
Current Music – “The News from Lake Wobegon” podcast
Website Of The Day – Mythical Lake Wobegon is in Minnesota. See what other oddities Minnesota has to offer at the Minnesota Museum of the Mississippi and Other Natural Wonders.
Exercise (b)Log – running, 1 + 3 miles
Monthly Foot Mileage – 4 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 0
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
3) Read at least one book