Tue Nov 2, 04

The family was in effect this rainy election day: I woke to one of Ronnie’s screaming, swearing temper tantrums, and later Melissa asked me over to baby-sit the twins. They are still just as lovable as they ever were, but they were grumpy today, and soon after she left I found myself for the first time having to address both their needs at once, cradling Calla with my left arm and holding her bottle for her under my chin while attempting to pick up and rock Easton with my right arm. It’s hard to figure out where to get a grip on an 8 lb baby with only one free hand when you need to pluck them out of their chair and flip them around so their face isn’t pressed uncomfortably into your torso. Half of the maneuvers I attempted seemed to cause Easton enormous distress, and I had to be extra careful not to drop him, unless it was on a soft surface like the couch.

I had this idea that maybe I would go to a show or to a friend’s house to watch the election results, but I found myself inhaling the incoming data like oxygen, anxious as hell when for a half hour I had to leave for the local grocery store, having once again depleted my entire sustenance inventory down to the last heel of wilting cucumber. Fed and drinking, indifferent to my surroundings, I stared at the flickering screen in terror, cross checking every call against a map of the states color-coded with the latest polling data. Vermont was the first state to turn blue. I watched Kerry’s grim uphill battle through the small, stalled out hours of the night, finally making the horrible concession for myself and retiring to bed defeated at 3 am.

Comments

[Ponch]

Yeah, that election fucking sucked. Can we load a saved game or something? As many of my ancestors said at a time like this: sumbitch.