19 October 2020
It’s come to this. There were dueling data in today’s Sun-Sentinel. Two sets of figures for the number of positive cases in two separate columns. In all fairness, one set reported was yesterday’s figures but I suspect the casual reader thought they had lost their mind.
It’s rained all day long. I didn’t get my walk but I forced myself to do my yoga stretches. Then it was off to tackle the guest bedroom. I must have had a spurt of energy after the yoga because I got everything off the walls, the walls washed, pictures cleaned and back on the walls, the curtains washed and dried and re-hung. Every CD was removed and the shelves deep cleaned along with the books in the book case.
Tomorrow, if I’m still here and not too sore, I intend to tackle the closet of the guest room. It’s full of camping gear and I have been putting off that chore for a while. I can actually see some light at the end of the tunnel – hopefully not an oncoming train – and only have that closet, my closet and bedroom to go and I will have cleaned the entire living space. I’m gonna leave the utility room alone. Some things are best not disturbed.
I even had energy today to cook a masala and curry dish that has coconut milk, onion, ginger, jalapeño, bell peppers, carrots, and diced tomatoes. It’s an Emeril Lagasse recipe I’ve done before. I’ll serve it over a bed of Basmati rice.
Looks like I will have plenty of time tomorrow to do my cleaning. We have four more straight days of rains predicted for South Florida. I figure I can always gather mushrooms in peoples’ yards for my veggie diet.
Today was the first day for early voting and apparently the lines were extremely long regardless of the downpours. The rain did not seem to discourage the voters one bit. Broward county typically provides a 250,000 vote buffer for any Democrat running for state or national office. Unfortunately, Broward county also has one of the lowest participation totals for the state of Florida. If the county voted with higher participation, it would probably mean a 350,000 vote buffer. The good news is the supervisor of elections is predicting an 80% turnout. We typically barely make 60%.
I remember when Morton, Mississippi voted on a bond issue for the local school (reminds me of the adage that all politics are local). The school hyped it with the students and encouraged students to encourage townspeople to vote for the bond issue. I can tell you the townspeople I spoke to about it were not impressed. It went down into defeat.
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I remember one night the count went into the early morning before all the votes were counted. It was very civilized, no one contested anything because it was their neighbors doing the counting. However, it was during that age of poll tax where blacks were excluded.
In Mississippi at that time, the real power, politically, belonged to the sheriff and to the county supervisors. If you wanted your road graded or your street paved, you called your supervisor. If you wanted to sell illegal liquor, you got friendly with the sheriff. It was discovered much later that most sheriffs were making more than the President of the United States, which at that time was $200k a year.
One supervisor who had never been beat had a simple method of campaigning. He would walk around and hand people a single card with only his name on the front in big, bold letters and the office he was running for on the back. It was always accompanied by a handshake and a smile. I don’t think he was ever beaten in an election – simply retired. Sometimes simpler is better. By the way, he always responded to anyone who called him with a problem and didn’t ask what party they belonged to. In Mississippi at the time, the only real party was the Democratic Party. It was only after Lyndon Johnson passed the civil rights bill that Mississippi started going Republican.
The one real exception to that was Jamie Whitten, a Congressman for northern Mississippi. He was a Roosevelt New Deal Democrat and I don’t think he was ever beaten even when the rest of the state had turned Republican. They always voted for Whitten. He was instrumental in establishing and supporting TVA which still gets northern Mississippi lower electric bills than the rest of the state.
My song recommendation today is “Stormy Weather” by Etta James. It seems to fit nicely.
Stay tuned and stay safe!
