How can we be so far into fall when it seems like November has barely started? Someone said this morning only six weeks till time for the Christmas program! I thought I was keeping up, but obviously I am not. Election was at the start of November, but by next week this time, we are over half way through. .
We enjoyed election day in a somewhat leisurely fashion. I read the morning newspaper and listened to the TV election news with a bowl of cereal. (I am not a television person, but I became a junkie during this campaign.) I went to the polls with Gerald to save gas, and we had no lines at our country voting site.
We ran on into town for him to have his coumadin level checked , where we spent close to two hours for that chore to be accomplished. We’d gone to Krogers first, and at the clinic, I sat in the car and read the local weeklies—we have two or three of these freebies I faithfully pick up and read. Neither of us expected the INR reading to take so long.
By the time it was over, it was nearing lunch time. Gerald was involved with helping our next door neighbor Scott take soil samples from plots to be sent off to Florida. Knowing our morning was almost gone, I regretfully told Gerald I had hoped we’d have time to go for the annual chicken and dumpling dinner at the Methodist church in our village. They have served lunch for years on election day and donate the profits for a mission project. But I understood that the task in the field was calling, so I’d fix us something quick for lunch.
Gerald quickly naysayed that and thought the community election day dinner sounded much better. He’d call Scott and see if they’d go with us to lunch before the men started their soil sampling. Soon Scott and Sonje picked us up in their vehicle. She was caring for her young friend Carson, whose regular caretaker was tied up as an election judge that day. He was safely secured in the car seat we no longer have in our car, so we joined them to the ride to the village. Three-year-old Carson entertained us with his clear speech and an incredible talent for picking up the largest vocabulary words he overhears in adult conversation. He was a cooperative and happy child at the dinner.
It was old home week at the church basement as both locals and folks from nearby towns came back to visit their friends there and to enjoy the dumplings.. What most impressed me was that it was a younger generation of the congregation now serving us and lifting the heavy pans and bowls to replenish the food supply as we passed through the food line. Except this younger generation might more accurately be classified as middle-agers. I remembered these “kids” as my kids’ school mates, but now they were heavily involved with the community.tradition their grandparents had started.
After our lunch and rude home enjoying the autumn foliage, the neighbors dropped us off and we bid goodbye to Carson. Gerald went in and changed to overalls for afternoon’s work. Of course, I was up past midnight listening to the election results, but I was pleased with such a calm orderly day we had enjoyed as well as the way the election turned out. .
It was very hot here on election day, and the leaves were only just beginning to fall. Despite the Christmas decorations up on the Marion square, it seemed life was going at a slow pace that I crave more and more as I age. It was almost two days later that I woke up to the fact that in the excitement of the election, I had totally forgotten a doctor’s appointment on election day. I had written it on the upstairs calendar by the telephone when the appointment call came, and I failed to write it on the downstairs calendar.
Suddenly, I knew that the leisurely week I was leading was an illusion accomplished only by my forgetfulness. I had apologies to make, an appointment to reschedule. Those pretty wreaths on the Square meant I had better belatedly turn the calendar page over to November and do some serious planning to figure out how to cram everything in between now and the end of the year.
Causes Sue Glasco Supports