And all through my house, several creatures were stirring, some chewing a stuffed mouse... OK, the rhythm is off, but who really cares?
Other than to say the tired yet still fun cliche, "Vote early and vote often," I just want to stress the importance in life of realizing how lucky we are to be able to do so. Tonight I saw a play at the Long Wharf Theatre in New Haven called, "Mrs. Farsworth" by A.R. Gurney, and starring Sigourney Weaver. It was a special "O'Neill at Yale" event, and the playwright was in attendance (A.R. Gurney--not Eugene O'Neill.) It was hilarious!! Surprisingly, it was also an ironic and ingenious subtly heavy-handed (is that possible?) left-wing play, and yet was also extremely thought-provoking. It's being shown at The Flea Theater in New York for a few more days, and if you can catch it, please do. You'll be amazed.
And so, politics enters my now-semi-daily blog. On this eve of the election of the century (so far) I'm leaning toward the romantic. Tomorrow history will be made. It boggles the mind sometimes to look at the big picture, but with all the brouhaha since the past election, tomorrow's election will truly be a test and, I'm hoping, a testament to our electoral process. Although the last election ended very unsatisfactorily for both sides (I believe the Democrats would have liked to see the winner of the popular vote actually be sworn into office, and I believe the Republicans would have liked to see the election win be much more obvious,) I think tomorrow there will be a clear winner. I honestly don't think it will be as close as the last time, and personally, I'm hoping my candidate wins.
However (and here's the romantic part,) even if my candidate winds up clearly the loser (and let's hope the tally is clear this time), I will accept the election results...reluctantly...but I will accept it. And that's the beauty of the whole thing. We're a nation that is able to agree to disagree. How amazing is that? A peaceful negotiation and transition--or not--of power. In this day and age of extremism, how incredible is that? Maybe that's because we know the choice is only temporary...or could it be because this country is actually based on some basic human ideals that are stronger than the trends of the ages? Personally, I think it's both. Politics may be perennial, but it's also fickle. Flexible stability. What's more beautifully ironic than that?