Wind. Blows.
Wednesday, April 16th, 2008Well, they promised us awful winds today…
It’s been a good day, mostly. After the usual cocoa and mobilizing exercises I headed off to the office, which is to say Village Inn, where I had breakfast (yeah, at 1:30 in the afternoon. Sue.) and wrote plenty on Annja.
Fortuitously, the battery capacity on my Toshiba notebook and my bladder’s ability to contain all the water and coffee I suck down both tend to run out about the same time. As usual when those things happen I called it quits.
I packed up and headed out. Went to the grocery store, to get some necessities such as fresh garlic. Can’t do without that.
As I parked I saw a stocky, red-faced woman wandering the lot carrying a clipboard. Never a good sign. After I turned off the car I hauled out my Pilot to write in the date and time for a cool Baroque trumpet piece they were playing on KHFM, so I could look it up later on their website.
She came right up to my window and, despite the fact I was doing something, said, “Are you registered to vote?”
“No.”
“Would you like to register to vote?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s a vile thing to do.”
She made a face and a dismissive gesture. Fortunately she didn’t argue. She turned and walked off toward Carlisle. I kind of hoped she’d wander into traffic but this didn’t happen, at least soon enough for me to see it.