The Count Begins

Watching the election returns as the polls in the east have started closing and initial returns have not told a lot but there is a whisper of hints.

Two states appear to have gone as expected Vermont with 3 electoral votes to Obama and Kentucky with 8 votes to McCain.  What is would tell us more would be Virginia and Illinois.  Both are close at this point. Both were Red states and both have been considered states that are in play and perhaps attainable for Obama. Illinois has an urban area in northwestern part of the state and as long as we stay close till those returns are in then the state will remain in play.

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Hope

Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops... at all. ~Emily Dickinson

Today...

You Can Make It Happen

The Word for the Week is Change!

There is definitely a change in the air this weekend. Perhaps that's a good omen with Tuesday being election day. Yesterday morning I awoke to a dense fog that hung well above the ground.  It was reminiscent of some of those civil war pictures you see of battlefields.  Then, this morning I want out to make a diet coke run and the geese had returned to the ball field across the street. It's always exciting to see them back. It amazes me that they show up here every year.

Time for Unconscious Mutterings Week 301

Unconscious Mutterings ~ link
Word & Thought Associations

here's mine:

In love :: Glowing

Be my guest :: Go ahead make my day

Number one :: Numero Uno

Swallowed whole :: Gulped

50 percent :: Gridlock

Made in :: Japan

Supplement :: Dietary

Right for :: Perfect

Endless :: Night

Ceramic :: Pottery

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First Draft: Leonardo Likes Gulls: Campaigning in Poetry

First Draft: Leonardo Likes Gulls: Campaigning in Poetry

The first thoughts that come to me...

• You sing in poetry; you hum in prose.

• You dine in poetry; you snack in prose.

• You live in poetry: you exist in prose.

Baseball slips into the black hole of fall

Ah, a win for the Phillies! I know many didn't think this World Srries was the big glitzy one they had hoped for, but of the final teams in post season, these were the two I wanted to see. I would normally be drawn to root for the NL team with a few exceptions, so a Phillies win is fine with me. Still, The Rays had quite a run this year and I am happy for them none the less.

Of course with tonight's game I am now at that point where baseball now falls into the black hole of winter, not to return till spring. There is a sadness that comes with that.

"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone." - Bart Giamatti

On another note, yesterday afternoon I was in a waiting room at the Doctor's office and was drawn by the late afternoon quiet void of activity to scribble out a draft of a poem. There, I mentioned poetry in my blog post. I feel so much better.

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John McCain / Sarah Palin

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