2020 Life Logs, Day 307: Election 2020
Date: Tuesday, November 3, 2020
Weather: Mostly Sunny and Windy; High 47, Low 36 Degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, Falmouth, MA
I don’t know about you, but I agree with the Democratic slogan indicating that this election is represents a battle for winning back the soul of our nation. Whoever thought that on Election Day in the United States of America, fences would have to be put up around the White House and stores would have to be boarded up in some of our cities for fear of violence? Certainly not me. We are in a nation in deep need of a leader that can begin to bring us together. We are a nation in need of a great deal of reflection on some of our current election practices and a nation deeply in need of healing from racial strife and the coronavirus. I don’t see any of these things happening easily or quickly, no matter the results of this election. But if the status quo maintains, I don’t see any of it happening for a very long time, if at all. We have allowed ourselves to become divided. “United we stand” has lost its way.
We are probably not going to know the final results of this election tonight. Depending on how things go, it could take days or weeks to know the final outcome. In the meantime, there is a lot of apprehension. I wish I was one of those who can just ignore all of this until the final results are in. But I cannot. So. I will sit and watch, eat chocolate, and hope for the best. I did cave tonight and cooked a comfort food favorite of mine for dinner. I don’t eat wheat and limit carbs like pasta to a minimum, but I made chicken tetrazzini tonight. I haven’t made it for years, but making it and eating it tonight made me feel better.
My father was born on this day in 1903. Hayes Winfred Martin would be 117 years old today if he were still living. He died in 1973 when he was only 70 years old. But after all these years, I still always think of him on his birth date. His father was a big time Republican, but during the Great Depression, when my father was trying to provide for his young family, he became a die-hard Democrat. Franklin Delano Roosevelt was held in reverence. I came along much later than all of my other brothers and sisters. But even when I was very little, long after FDR was gone, listening to my father made me think FDR was some kind of god! It took me many years to figure out what those initials even stood for. If my dad were still alive, I know he would be hoping for a Biden-Harris victory tonight. In this we would stand united
