The Handy Husband and I started voting absentee ballot a number of years ago, for several reasons: 1) we don't have to rush home from work to vote, 2) we don't have to worry about being too tired to go to the polls and just saying forget it, and 3), my personal pet peeve, I do not have to endure the wait and humiliation at the polling place while they search for the ballot of my political party. "Hey, can you find one of those * ballots?" they yelled across the room. Because we live in a neighborhood where the others predominate and they somehow conveniently managed to misplace the ballots of my party. And I felt my party affiliation should not have been broadcast to everyone standing behind me. This really happened. I should have reported it. I've voted absentee ever since.
We suggested Frank also vote absentee, because...well, it's just easier in so many ways and he's also just lazy in so many ways. His first ballot came today.
So Frank read his ballot and decided on his votes for certain key races. Some things he knew nothing about. He asked my advice. I said, if you don't know enough about the issue, don't vote on it. I pointed out propositions that might affect him.
- Passing lanes on the 2-lane highway nearby? A resounding YES!
- A certain proposition for who can marry whom? He has gay friends. He made his own decision.
- School boards? I told him what I knew about the candidates.
- The mayor? She was appointed to city council, not elected. She walks her dog around town. Her identical unlocked car was once parked next to mine and I got into hers by mistake. He stands on street corners, holding signs with his name, and waves at you. He came to our door and gave us chocolate. Yes, we live in that small a town. We're still undecided on the mayor, since we only know trivia.
Am I brainwashing him? No. He asked for my opinion and I gave it. I didn't tell him how to vote.
But I am "darn" glad he is voting. Here's to our future.