Primary elections were held in Kentucky yesterday. I actually got out and voted, which is unusual for my age demographic. Of course, only one person out of the four people for whom I voted won. What amused me most were the primary results for the mayoral race. We don’t have partisan elections for that office. Everyone votes their preference in the primary, and the top two go on to compete for the November elections. I carefully examined each of the candidates before finally choosing the one I wanted to vote for. As it turns out, she was the underdog (and came in last). Of course, I would vote for the underdog, even when I don’t realize I am doing it.
Yesterday, I received my second speeding ticket. It’s been almost two years since the first, but it was on the same interstate. Go figure. Car Talk, a lack of cruise control, and the terrain were all partially responsible for the speed I was going. For once, I wasn’t intentionally speeding, which is why this ticket is irritating. I wouldn’t be so annoyed with myself if I had gotten pulled over for one of the many times I have been flying along I-64 at 80-85 mph, but no, I get pulled over going 76 mph on a downhill. I had been giving the engine extra gas on the way up the hill so that my little Tercel could make it over the hill at a reasonable speed. I didn’t notice that I was still accelerating on the way down because I was listening to something that Tom & Ray were talking about. That is, I didn’t notice that I was still accelerating until I saw the state trooper on the side of the road. Oh, well!
I just finished devouring “Walking Home: A Woman’s Pilgrimage on the Appalachian Trail” by Kelly Winters. That doesn’t sound very nice, does it? Devour is the only way I can describe the feeling I had when I was able to take a lunch break at work and read more of the book. Even though I was sitting in a relatively comfortable room, scarfing down my lunch, I could feel the pain of hunger, the ache in my joints, and the general wearyness that she described throughout the story. At the same time, I could feel a cool wind on my face, and smell the crisp scent of wet woods and dirt.
I have a friend whom I have lost touch with who is probably hiking the AT right now. At one point, I thought about going with her. In the end, I knew that thru-hiking was not my path (for now). It was good to be able to read Kelly’s story and imagine what it might have been like had I gone with my friend.
So, I’ve been hearing about this blogging phenomenon for a while now, but since I so rarely have much to say about anything, I have been hesitant to create my own. Besides, who would want to read it? Oh, well. Yet another thing to keep me entertained on the web.
Speaking of entertainment, I’ve been playing with Where’s George? for about a year and a half now, and I can say I am fully addicted. Come, join the fun!
Well, that’s about all for now. More to come later.