Cadence

Quick note to say caucuses: weird. Also, crowded. Also, spectacularly disorganized. It was a lot of shuffling around, getting sent to wrong places, people yelling in a gymnasium. Then our precinct, all 110 of us, were shoved into a tiny classroom and listened to someone read letters from various party so and so's. Then we split into our candidate's groups, which was chaotic. Imagine a completely full room of sweaty people of a vast array of ages and health (oh, the coughing) and in a vast array of bulky winter dress (I am so glad I left my coat in the car). Imagine too many tables in the room, many of the people unable to hear well or walk well. And then imagine all those people yelling and confused and trying to count each other. And then imagine a lot of those people being jerks to each other because they didn't approve of this candidate or that candidate. Then the groups with not enough people had to choose a different candidate, then after the groups were the appropriate size, representatives were chosen to go to a county thing in March.

Whoo!

It was all very sweaty and confusing, and a man touched me on the back a lot. Which was weird.

So! We caucused, which is one of the main two or three main reasons we were excited to move here (shut up!), and my husband and I are now c-o-u-n-t-y d-e-l-e-g-a-t-e-s for our guy, and it's pretty interesting that we get to do that (I think our group was excited we were y-o-u-n-g).
Also, today I was evaluated at work, and it went well, and I got a bit of a raise.

Also, we took down the tree, and my husband made pre-caucus bacon wrapped steak. This is why my husband is awesome.

And since I probably won't post tomorrow, how about some Friday questions? Eh? What is your New Year's resolution this year? Have you taken down holiday decorations yet? Do you wear contacts or glasses?

My answers! I resolved to do two paintings a month this year (this will involve setting aside a few evenings a week to paint, and I think it will be very very good). I normally don't make resolutions that amount to much, if anything, but this is one I'm excited about. And, as I said, we took down many decorations this evening. All that's left is boxing a couple more odds and ends up and then deciding where to put the boxes (for some reason, I was given a lot, a LOT, of penguin Christmas decor this year). Tonight we decided we had to do something, because after a month of no incidents, Monk knocked the tree over when he saw me pull into the driveway after work.

Broken glass balls in the carpet!

Tree sideways on the floor!

Cats and dogs living together, mass hysteria!

Coltrane, the bitchy cat, really liked the tree that way and did a lot of jumpy-but-pleased investigating.

Also, I do wear contacts and glasses. I got glasses in third grade, and started wearing soft disposable contacts in eighth grade. My contact prescription is now one eye -9.00 and one eye -8.50, which I think is sort of bad. My first pair of glasses ever were blue metal frames, with darker blue splotches. Yes. Yes, they were ridiculous. Currently I have a pair of dark red plastic frames (sort of small, rectangular). I only wear them right before bed and for about two seconds in the morning, normally, because I see much much better with my contacts. Also, I don't feel Alive and Awake until my contacts are in. Once, an eye doctor told me I would go blind one day, and that being an art student wasn't a very smart decision for someone who would go blind.

He really said that.

And then I worried quietly about that for five years, until I got brave enough to ask another doctor, who acted shocked and horrified and assured me that I was not, in fact, going blind.

Okay! Your turn!

Kisses,
black sheeped