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Day 309: Early Voting

Even though America gave us two deplorable and abhorrent presidential candidates, she does allow early voting and that is something I can get behind.

I voted across the street from school with a toddler and preschooler in tow. I much appreciate the complete lack of a line and of people acting really put out by the kids doing their thing while I filled in all the tiny circles. Early voting for President!

If I may, I would like to express ingratitude for all the celebrities and their followers who proclaim that everyone should "get out and vote!" while not ever encouraging anyone to actually understand for what they are voting. The presidential election isn't the only one going on and I'd be willing to bet many voters are grossly under-informed about the other races. How about we not vote for whatever our favorite celebrity endorses without checking into it? Okay? Great.

My preschooler gets to vote on Monday at school...for his favorite Pete the Cat book. I wish our voting was so cute. I typically get at least a little bit of satisfaction about of it, but this year I just didn't. Oh well.

We're praying a novena for the election and this paragraph strikes me every time we get to it:

As we wrestle with the complexity of political life, never let us forget the poor, the weak, the unborn, the refugee, the migrant, all those affected by war, those struggling financially and all those suffering from the failings of the political systems of this world.

Come on, America! Can we do it? 

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