I am very tired and I haven’t finished setting up this blog site, but I wanted to get some words in. I will try to keep this short–in fact I will try to keep all my entries short. (Being prone to rambling on in journals, we will see how that claim goes.)
I woke up around 7:30. I had left myself a note on the refrigerator to go vote, but I had not forgotten. I made a cup of Irish Breakfast tea, got dressed, tucked a zip-locked gluten-free blueberry scone into my purse and headed out into the drizzly morning. It was pleasant going into the local Park and Recreations building a few blocks off the town square, standing in line a short time, exchanging smiling hellos, casting my ballot electronically. I confess to not knowing most of the locals, but I punched in anyone not republican everywhere I could and hoped for the best.
I had promised myself a real cup of coffee as a reward for performing my civic duty, so before going back to my car I walked looking for the little coffee house I knew I had seen around there somewhere. After some meandering about the nearby alleys, I located the little shop and went in. Beautiful place, enlarged photos of Guatemala on the walls . The proprietor enthusiastically described his different ways of brewing coffee available and I had him make me a latte (no flavor added). “Ah, coffee flavored, ” he said approvingly. I wandered about looking at the pictures and masks and other Guatemalan items and he told me about an upcoming film and Mayan dance presentation. I asked if he minded if I ate my gluten free scone there, and he said no problem .
When I finished my treat, I spotted some prints for sale, and went over to browse the large collection of note-sized photography prints. I selected one that appeared to be a table set for The Day of the Dead, and I asked him if they had a similar celebration as the Mexican one I knew a little about. He told me they had this amazing tradition of flying kites and took out his laptop to show me pictures.
Wow! These kites are huge, taking five or six people to launch them. Many are round, though there were other shapes. They remind me of mandala designs. Apparently whole families work together making these kites for months before the Nov 1 celebration. The kites are to honor their loved ones and ancestors, the idea being that the string connects the earth and the heavens. At the end of the ceremonies, they set the kite free. This whole thing just tugged at my heartstrings (sorry). They put in all that work and then let it go. Like sand paintings. Like life. Amazing.
Anyway, my coffee house visit took me to a better place than election day.
Now I am back home after work and dinner and shower watching the election results with very little sound and the closed captioning traveling across the screen, It is later than I thought and I haven’t really been paying attention. It’s beginning to look like Trump is winning. This is so surreal it is giving me a stomach ache. I think I will let the final results play out without me.
God bless America. Really. Please.
Goodnight for now