Nailing my Obama sign to the tree appears to have worked. It's stayed up two days now, although only one night. We'll see. Only two nights to go before the election! (Gulp...)
I've signed up for three "get-out-the-vote" slots here in Brooklin. I know, I know...tiny little town, who cares? Hey, for want of a nail...*
I am a nervous wreck about the election. It freaks me out when the pundits start talking as if it were a foregone conclusion. Bad karma, folks...just shut up for two more days, please. (You have to say "please" when you tell someone to shut up. Otherwise it's rude.)
On the plus side, Gail Page and I had a lovely time reading at the Friend Memorial Library in Brooklin today. It was a small but very responsive crowd and I sold out of books, which is great because Blue Hill Books is donating 20% of the proceeds to the library.
Those who follow that link will be thrilled to discover that, thanks to the brainy Barrie Summy, I have learned the code for making links open in a new window. (Won't it be embarrassing if it doesn't work. Talk about bad karma.)
And I end with an annoyance--after looking forward to the McLaughlin Group all day, we discover that it's been preempted by Maine debates we've already heard. Damn. I need a pundit fix...
* "For want of a nail, the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe, the horse was lost. For want of a horse, the rider was lost. For want of a rider, the battle was lost. For want of a battle, the war was lost." Or something like that.