I’ve lived in America for over 25 years and certain things become habitual – such as being disenfranchised.
I’m used to tuning out 90% of the political froth around me because if I can’t do anything about it, what’s the point of raising my blood pressure? I’d read the papers, pay attention to the big noise-makers but, in general, ignore it and get on with my life – just like most citizens, now that I think of it.
But I can vote, now! I can’t wait for the mid-year elections. School board, dog-catcher, gubernatorial nominee? You bet I’m going to have an opinion! Lay your propoganda on me, fellas! I might laugh myself sick, but I promise I’ll read it.
As part of the whole becoming-a-supposed-adult process, I’m currently trying to reduce the pile of stuff that represents thirteen years of life with someone down to a pile appropriate for a widow who anticipates a significant drop in her standard of living – and square footage to live it in – in the next few months.
Naturally, the winnowing out process has bothered me, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. Continue reading →