Smedley asked, "When do I get to vote?"
"When you're eighteen."
"WHAT?! That's no fair!"
"Well, that's how old you have to be to vote."
"That's just dumb."
"So what age should be allowed to start voting? Should a one-month-old baby be allowed to vote?"
"Because babies can't do anything."
"So what age do you think should be allowed to vote?"
"But you're only seven. That puts you out of the running for a few more years."
"Well . . ."
"What about all of the nine-year-olds? What about them? How do you tell them they can't vote because they're not ten?"
"Listen, Smed, they had to pick an age when they first started voting in this country, and they picked the age a person becomes a legal adult, which is 18. That's it."
"Yeah, well I think it's just dumb. I wanna VOTE."
Well apparently so did I Smedley because I found myself racing the clock to vote before the sun went down and dragging two little girls into the church that served as a polling station and EW WHAT SMELLS and thank JEEBUS no lines and Thank You Come Again and we were OUTTA THERE in record time and the girls sort of felt part of this historic day sort of and did I mention that Smedley spent the afternoon at the pediatrician getting a diagnosis of croup and she felt like crap but she had to come in with me so anyway
Back to my story which is ostensibly about voting but really it is a story of sacrifice yes sacrifice because that is what I had to do yesterday afternoon
I sacrificed my daylight to vote
You heard me I said I sacrificed my daylight and possibly my ability to walk upright for a few days to vote
And why daylight was so important is that Chas had spent his entire afternoon around the errand of taking Smedley to the doctor and therefore had no time for the afternoon chores which are SO much better served by daylight
I climbed up the first bale of hay and winced because not only is my back still a bit twingey but also my hamstrings are really sore from scrubbing the floor the other day
I know WAHH WAHH WAHH right but there you go you try climbing a haystack at dusk with a bad back and sore hamstrings and see how YOU do also did I mention I was in three inch heels and a wool blazer Well I was and those are not optimal clothes for feeding hay but on I trudged and of course Chas had not set up any hay for me which means that he had not rolled or cut any bales which is a common courtesy for the next person who might feed hay after you BUT NOOOOOOOOOO so I am now cutting bales down on my knees in my wool trousers and did I mention I looked pretty snazzy today BEFORE feeding hay and it really was not Chas fault
Sparky yelled from the car that she had to go potty so I told her she had three options and she chose to wait it out until that option was no longer viable and she ran home only to appear minutes later wearing shorts
What kind of mess am I gonna have to clean up when I get home
But I cannot think about that now because I am too worried about not stepping in hidden cowpies left by the rogue calf who keeps breaking into the hay barn and pooping all over the place and I just know I will be taking a little memory of this home on my three inch slides
So into the parentals house to feed their cats and birds and fish and turn on safety lights and then across the street to the dairy to feed the billions of cats and then home to drop off the girls and clamber up the last haystack before all light faded and did I mention that footing is tricky on a haystack in high heels with a bad back and I had one close call but did manage not to stab myself with the Big Honkin Knife when I cut the bales and I know I will pay for it if I throw the flakes instead of walking over and dropping them straight down but DANGIT I am running out of time and light
Dammit Why Did I Have To Vote Tonight Anyway
I Hope Sparky Did Not Actually Pee On The Floor
What On Earth Am I Gonna Make For Dinner
WHOA That Was A Loose Bale
"So you see, Smedley, voting is important. We do it because it's worthwhile, even when it's not convenient. And some day, soon, it will be your turn to vote, too."
"Can I go to bed now?"
"Mama? I'm glad Obama won. I would have voted for Obama."
"I'm glad, too, Smed."