Last week, Halley came into town and Dwight, Halley, and I all went down to Decatur to do the early vote the night before we went to my sister-in-law’s for Thanksgiving. The lines were long–it was a 45-minute wait from start to finish–and largely African-American, which gave me a little hope that Jim Martin would get more votes. However, this is the state of Georgia, and it is very difficult for the metro-Atlanta area to override the rest of this blood-red Republicania.

Ah well, Saxby Chambliss won, and it was no real surprise.

I hate these drawn out election cycles–I say get the body in the ground and quickly, because the corpse is starting to stink.

This reminds me of when my father died at home with all his children present at his request last August on a Friday right on Labor Day weekend. It was Sunday before my mother had the funeral because my father had wanted a BIG funeral with his entire rather-large church there and it took a long time to get that organized. After that service, there was a huge receiving line, (which wore poor old Clifford out as he had only met my dad once and he’s normally confused all the time anyway). Then after the receiving line, my dad wanted a potluck supper, so that took a long time. Then they waited until Tuesday to have the graveside service (because the cemetery workers had that Monday off). Then they had a dedication ceremony at a park a week later. For all I know they are still having ceremonies, not to belittle the wishes of my father whom my family of course misses very much, but come on!