day 8: what is this strange feeling?
I give full credit for the good election results today to Chris E. I like to think he started a chain reaction all over the US, just by calling 20 people and telling them to vote. However, it’s apparent I failed to sufficiently sway all the people in Orange County to not vote for Arnold.
But seriously. Today I feel like I briefly and partially emerged into the sun. I am so tentative in my joy that I keep it way inside, but every once in a while I have a delicious little moment of, what — victory or something? Something I haven’t felt since, oh, the early 90s?
Who knows what will happen next? I still have boatloads of pessimism, especially when I eyeball that Supreme Court, individual state laws and the continuing erosion of womens’ reproductive rights.
Still, I choke up a little at the fact that many people have had it up to here with the brutality of the war, and have taken a stand. They have been jarred out of inertia, or forced to break away from their party line, or taken a chance at pissing off their family.
It’s something! It’s a start!
Here’s a fun fact for you: Sandra Day O’Connor and my mom were tennis buddies in Phoenix in the 1970s. I remember her as “Mrs. O’Connor” and thought she was cool because there was a trampoline in her backyard.
