Election results Vermont.
I had intended on writing something on Leap Day but it came and went without any words written. Now we must wait 4 years for another. As I wrote earlier with a typo I just discovered some cruel rule maker gave us and extra DAY (not year, apologies to you perfectionist types) of inconvenient winter weather. Now I sit here, the day after election day/town meeting to locals, and I am wondering why the bad weather has struck again. I suppose so I can sit and contemplate the icy wilderness and play the new video game Fred found on the free pile in the web.
I also want to finish Janet's new son to be "Hunter"'s quilt and wall hanging. The theme is Trip around the universe--much like my blog. If I can locate the picture which Vista ate, I will post it. I like the colors and the little Harry Potter pictures. The wall hanging was completed with bias tape mom bought a million years ago. Was fun to put together.
Oh yes, back to election day/town meeting.
We went to the Monkton Town meeting and were satisfied there are enough young and restless voters/townspeople in town. Although I was silent except for some very small talk to a neighbor, there were people who spoke up "for me"...in other words, when they asked a question that made someone twitch, they were showing me the democratic process that makes the USA the best country on this planet. They were not hostile but just wanting to know. The answering parties tried and sometimes just gave up explaining the inherent mysteries of budgets, line items and the finer points like why a tandem truck instead of a single axel. My thoughts drifted to... with the bigger truck, they will dump more snow on our side (the "right" side) of the road. But I voted with the social conscious that it was better for the greater good. I will shovel twice as hard to please the road commissioner. But at least I had a chance to say no....
The best thing about town meeting was showing up, upright, breathing tax payer. Perhaps some in town think they know me or what I am about. Or that I may be defeated, put down, give up. They may talk about us since we have become some sort of gossip fodder when avoiding the social scene. When one person wagged her finger in front of my face as if it would make me disappear like a Harry Potter spell, I wondered why we live here at all.
Then
When I heard the townspeople questioniong and voting and shaping the future of the town of Monkton,
I thought, Maybe we'll stay for awhile and see how it turns out. Why go somewhere new to start all over again. Is that a sign of aging? I am almost 50. I am so close to 50 now. Soon I will say I am 50 years old. Many others in the school where the town meeting happened yesterday were about our age. The boomers acheiving critical mass. There were a few elders and some young people. A great acheivement was two local teachers who brought kids to town meeting and succeeded in keeping them quiet and observant. I don't know what they got out of it but I saw the kids watching us adults and seeing how we cared enough to show up and ask questions.
We left at noon,
just before the PM voting.
I was exhausted and had too much social exposure. I felt comfortable that the town was getting more skeptical. That the new comers were just what the Dr. ordered....Change Agents. The old ones and ways would die and a new town will emerge.
And we listened to Dirt Farmer again with our cat Captain chiming in-he loves the music and sing along time.
Captain is on the left. Sean is on the right.
They are oblivious to town meeting and primary results.
They really see life as it affects them.
This has been the latest stop on trip around the universe....Monkton, Vermont.
Have a great day wherever you are in the universe.
mary
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