Thursday, November 3, 2016
I just got done thanking about 120 people on Facebook for birthday wishes. Facebook can be a source of angst when people are talking politics, but it's also a really great reminder of how many terrific people I know, from so many different times in my life. Seriously, it's overwhelming. Lots of good friends who I'd be in touch with anyway, but also friends and acquaintances from past jobs and college and high school. That girl who used to sit behind me in 10th grade geometry -- we would laugh and laugh! It's so cool to hear from all these people now.
A couple of them are even Trump supporters. (That issue didn't arise in their birthday greetings, naturally.) I'm terrified of what might happen in this election, but it helps to keep in mind the individuals I know who support the opposition. They are not demons. I don't agree with them, but they want what's best for the country too.
Having said that, I'm dismayed to see Hillary's likelihood of winning slipping on The New York Times web site. It's down to 87 percent now, from a high of 93 percent last week. I'm hoping that this burst of recent FBI innuendo, and her diminishing popularity, will actually get people to the polls who support Hillary but might otherwise have fallen into complacency. It could actually help her, maybe.
All I know is, it would be a freaking miscarriage of justice if the behavior of Anthony Weiner, of all people, derails her candidacy. That would be a feminist catastrophe.
Anyway, how did I get on that subject? The birthday was wonderful, thanks. I had two classes of fifth-graders sing to me at my desk, and I got some amazing pastries from my boss and some brownies and cookies from my co-librarians. We had a little gathering in the back office to celebrate. No candles, though. Didn't want to set off any fire alarms.
After work I walked home listening to my podcast -- season two of Serial, about Bowe Bergdahl -- and Dave and I had a quiet night in. We ate scrambled eggs for dinner and watched a BBC show about nightmare rental tenants and an old Hawaii Five-O rerun. I know, it all sounds impossibly glam.
(Photo: A building on Holloway Road, North London. Here is a close-up of the stencil on the building front. See comments for the man's identity!)