Another day in Mudville

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David says, “it’s eight o’clock, don’t you want to watch the news?”  I tell him, “No, I’m up from the last thing I heard last night, and don’t want to hear anything that will spoil my mood.”

I use the morning hours when I am fairly clear of mind to read or write. Last night, I wrote a list of tasks I must complete today, and need to follow that list.  Where does the time go?  This week flew by and we had only a few medical appointments.  Next week is similar and we VOTE.

Yesterday, as we were leaving our GP’s office, he said, “You can vote on your way home, the polls are open until 8 o’clock.” (He referred to our disability status and expressed concern about our standing in line).  I told him we lived in Arlington and the times/dates might be different.  I  didn’t tell him that although we often walk to the polls, handicapped parking is near the door to our polling place and that every time we vote those kindly Democrat voters in our precinct make way for us and push us to the front of the line.

Some of these voters are older neighbors, mostly active and retired government workers, the rest are young people living in the condos and apartments nearby, immigrants and/or people of color.  Many of the younger voters work downtown (the White House and National Capitol as well as Federal Triangle are ten minutes away). Our neighborhood is 100 percent Blue as are our governor, senators, and local elected officials.

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I finished reading How the Right Went Wrong by E. J. Dionne and highly recommend it.  Yesterday, I began reading The End of the Ottoman Empire: the Great War in the Middle East, by Eugene Rogan. I have read a half-dozen books about WWI since the 100-year anniversary began.  This fascinating book adds to my knowledge because it describes how Muslims (Turks, Arabs, Indians and others) were pulled into what supposedly began as a squabble among European nations. The lesson, of course, is that the world and its people have been economically and politically integrated for an extraordinarily long time.. And you cannot roll back the clock. And as wise old Pogo said, we have met the enemy and it is ourselves.

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Yesterday, as we left the very empty Italian restaurant where we had lunch, I overheard two men discussing history.  My ears perked up and I looked at the men, especially one of them. He caught me staring at him and I said, “You’re famous.”

 “I used to be,” he said.

I began narrowing it down…TV, reporter, then looked at him hard and he said “Roger Mudd.”

Whereupon both David and I exclaimed, “Of course.” Living and working in Washington DC for decades, David and I have both have met various reporters over the years.

We were leaving and someone mentioned voting.  David says “I’m not voting for that crazy SOB.” Everyone laughed and Mr. Mudd said, “You better watch your language, this is a proper restaurant.”  Then the waiter cracked up laughing.

16 thoughts on “Another day in Mudville

  1. Late to comment Dianne – will be thinking of you all on your nations’s important voting day. It’s been a long emotional campaign for all concerned. Saw you were quite reved up on f/b some days.
    Cathy

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    • Fired up. We voted this morning at 7:00 AM. Happy, happy people in a line that stretched around the block but we moved very quickly. Home by 8:30.

      Multi-ethnic Fourth graders were selling coffee, fruit, and crumpets to raise money for their trip to Colonial Williamsburg and Jamestown. (They study VA history in fourth grade.).

      Democrats working the line with bond and other issues. No Trump people anywhere. Fellow from Abilene Texas ahead in me in a suit, on his way to work with the Foreign Service. Many young people voting, only a few older people. They will come later in the day.

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  2. I haven’t thought of Roger Mudd in a while. I used to listen to him regularly. What fun to bump into him. I didn’t realize either that he was born in Washington DC. The bird you asked about is a Mandarin Duck and I found it in southern Florida at one of the parks. I am trying to catch up since being off line and wanted to thank you for your nice comments while I was away. It’s good to be visiting again.

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  3. The world is waiting with bated breath!!!
    As you may know I have Crohn’s disease. My son once said to me in the supermarket car park: “It’ll be good when you finally get a disability badge!!!” :-O (Me having a disability badge was something I had never previously seen on the horizon!!)

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    • Walking my dogs this AM when neighbor Hank came showed me his hospital bracelet. We had a discussion about knees and how they fail as we age. He said he was in the “it will never happen to me” category until this happened. If you live long enough sh– happens. No pun intended.

      We are finding out exactly how with our current election.

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  4. Your Presidential Election is all over our news here in the UK, and that despite the mess we seem to have got ourselves into. Our right wing press has had horrible and lurid headlines – such as would incite hatred I fear. Will think of you in these days leading up to the 8th. My Other Half’s Birthday so I won’t forget. Blessings from Dalamory

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    • Indicators favor Hillary. However, Republicans promise to block all her plans/efforts, much as they did with Obama. A segmant of our population, both sexist and racist, seems determined to resist change, even at the risk of national unity. What insanity. Of course we don’t have an exclusive ownership of this insanity and never have. Sad to see the GOP destroy itself, however.

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  5. One of the perks of being disabled is getting to park in a handicap stall. My husband has a plaque that he likes to hang in his car when we go to the symphony, opera, or restaurant. He even hangs it in my car when I drive him to various places.

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    • We both have permanent handicapped placards and have for many years, me since 1999 when I had a heart attack, David more recently. Not something you wish for and small compensation for lack of mobility.

      The Americans with aDisability Act (passed by a Democrat Congress) made provisos for this and other ‘benefits’ such as ramps at sidewalk corners and other street crossing points, and public transportation assists such as busses with special equipment for lifting passengers in wheel chairs.

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