Call Me Tensity Tensemeister

My life has been very stressful lately. The last week+ has been HELL on my neck and shoulders. The other morning, Ian bend down ever so slightly to kiss my lips and I said, "Ow! Don’t push my head back so far." He really hadn’t pushed my head back at all. It just hurt to raise my chin.

I’ve been tense and anxious about my dad, as you all know, but also about this election. I actually gave Barack money for his campaign this year, something I’ve never done before in any campaign.

Today’s the day. Four years ago today my day ended in tears, as it did for so many people. Ian and I went to "church" services at the Unitarian Universalist Society of Sacramento the following Sunday in the hopes of finding other like-minded mourners (outside my chosen family of friends), and to hear a message of hope in the middle of a depressing time. We ended up attending services there fairly regularly and joining that congregation, in part because it was such a relief to me to be around older people who still maintain open minds and open hearts, who hadn’t succumbed to the trend of growing stinginess that I observe so often in people as they reach 40 or 50 years old. I was tired of the prevalent fear, suspicion, bigotry, and miserliness.

Today, I dare to hope for a better, brighter future for all Americans. Not just for "Real" Americans. Not just for "small-town" Americans. Not just for white Americans. Not just for men. Not just for straight "breeders" like me. But. For. Every. Body.

We cast our ballots this morning at 9:00 a.m. at the local middle school. The day is shining and dripping from last night’s downpour. The leaves are sparkling. I am tense, but hopeful.

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