when passing thru Polk County, Wisconsin. My sister is the new District Attorney.
I am relieved. (Also relieved that I don’t live in Polk County, since my sister and I have some ideological differences that would have prohibited me from voting for her.) I was probably doing more worrying than she was, just because I am the worrisome older sister (think of the Haynes sisters in White Christmas....) and had already worked myself into knots wondering what would happen to her if she didn’t win the election.
She should do a fine job. She’s a good lawyer and much more law-and-order than I assume the usual run of the mill liberal is. (Of course, she has moved beyond twisting my arm behind my back if she thinks I am cheating at a game. And, I have given up wiping all the pieces of any game off the board with my good arm. )
I’m keeping her campaign literature as a souvenir. Especially the brochure that got by all proof-readers and proclaimed her as having 17 years experience as a “trail attorney.” Nobody asked her what a “trail attorney” is. But I know she is prepared. While campaigning in a tack shop this summer, she couldn’t resist the lure of buying a riding crop - even tho she hasn’t had a horse since she was in her early teens. I suggested she just carry the crop around and slap it against her hand, a la Barbara Stanwyk in The Big Valley. That should keep everyone in an orderly frame of mind.
Post election blues blahs...
It’s been a busy day and I’m ready to pack it in. Being occupied kept me from spending too much time ruminating over the election debacle in Illinois. Now is the time to count our blessings as far as the national picture goes.
I did have a nasty moment earlier today. When I saw a picture in the Sun-Times of a particularly vociferous and ambitious pro-abortion winner in the State Senatorial race, I just knew if we could only shave her head we would see a big PP on her scalp - just like the 666 on Damien in the Omen movies. Really........
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