Maybe because I filled out my absentee ballot, right now I am feeling unusually calm. Seeing Donald Trump’s name on the ballot and voting against him and for Biden, felt like the culmination of the last four years. Finally, after all of the damage that Trump and the GOP have inflicted on our country, I had been able to cast my vote. With my mask on, I took it to the post office, walked inside and put it in the mail slot. It had two first-class stamps on it; I was not taking any chances. As soon as I placed that ballot in the mail slot, a feeling of relaxation came over me.
We are about two weeks from Election Day. There is a reassuring stability to the trend lines of the polls. If they are moving at all, it is away from Trump. Still, I don’t know a single Democrat who is complacent (2016 PTSD). We may be breathing a little easier, but voter outreach continues. I am still texting for the Biden campaign to voters in swing states, my preferred method over phone calls. And we are now finishing up our postcards, getting ready to mail them next week.
I am so proud of my family for getting involved, including my son, my sister, my sister-in-law, two of my nieces and their children. When we asked my 7-year-old great-niece what she understood the postcards were for, she said to ask people to vote for “healthcare, justice and clean water.” She enjoyed adding the stickers as she helped decorate 20 postcards to Kentucky and then 40 postcards to Georgia [more].
