The day after. It is always filled with a flashes of happiness and grief. Often mixed together. So I am thrilled at the composition of the House. I am hoping against hope for the Senate. I wish I could be a fly on the wall when Pelosi meets with Bush, AKA the Emperor With No Clothes. And Rumsfeld resigned.
But here locally, I am again reminded of what a frightenly conservative community I live in. Thank god for the urban areas of this state. Otherwise, we would be... well... like Utah.
One of the most honest, intelligent, thoughtful local state house candidates I could hope to represent a state, lost to a incompetent, embarrasing, stenographer-to-power, incumbent. His contributions came only from his district and from no corporations. Her contribution disclosure listed PAC after PAC. I keep wondering who were the individuals who actually voted for her - as none seemed to give her money. I went to sleep and it was looking good. I woke up and he is behind by about 300 votes.
A loss for local politics.
But, there is still the glow from another wonderful weekend at the coast. The storms that have pounded the PNW were just gaining strength on Saturday and it was a blast to watch the Columbia River toss up an amazing show. The coastal range waterfalls were explosive. No wonder Seaside and Tillamook flooded. Another weekend at the coast coming up. Maybe I will get in a rainy walk on the beach, but it may be a more quiet weekend catching up on work and catching up on the first season of Battlestar Galactica. I could kick my family in the ass for getting me hooked on that show. The DVDs are always checked out from the rental store! I don't know what I am going to do when I catch up to the current season. I don't have cable!
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Your neice is working on me with that one, but I haven't quite succumbed. I watch way too much TV as it is. I probably will eventually, seeing how it's replaced Firely as the most-talked-about-show amongst the group(ies).
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