So, I called my mom yesterday afternoon.
It’s nothing new- I talk to my mom probably 5 times a week because I call her on my way home from the gym or from running. She’s used to it- one of the first questions she usually asks is how far I ran or if I worked out.
The conversation wasn’t anything unusual. I told Mommy about my day at work, filled with training, e-mails, editing, and the usual… work. I told her about the lovely lunch I had with my fabulous fiancé, and since it was election day, she told me about waiting in the line to vote and how my high school classmate who’s a poll worker said to tell me hi.
My mom also told me that my Aunt Nell voted today. Aunt Nell had surgery last week, and I guess with the business of having and recovering from surgery a few weeks ago, she didn’t request an absentee ballot or anything like that. I don’t think that would be on my mind either if I was almost 90 years old and having surgery. A lot of people in her shoes would say that it would be totally okay to sit out this election day.
Not Aunt Nell. Her brother drove her to the polls and she voted, wearing her pajamas, slippers, and bathrobe. She had a bath, but due to surgery, her hair wasn’t styled and washed. She wasn’t wearing her powder or blush or any other cosmetics that many of us ladies can’t imagine leaving home without.
But she voted.
I hope I’m still able to vote at 90.
So many people have excuses for not voting (or for not doing things in general). I’ve always heard that there are two types of people- those who make excuses, and those who make things happen.