First off, an apology for not posting lately!  Facebook has been delegated to low priority as – didn’t think this was possible- we’ve ramped it up to another notch on the belt of busy-ness!

Serene, calming, verdant….these words describe the beautiful gardens we noticed while door-knocking today.

Oh dear, Rebecca, I now know how Dr. Frankenstein must have felt.

Yard signs are up and, boy am I impressed!  This strong show of support truly lifted our spirits as we were out door-knocking this evening.

Today was art day, for certain!  Door-knocking with Art , we met several creative people who shared their talents with us. First, we visited with Dave (names changed), a young man who does artwork for a popular sporting logo.

A huge chunk of my day was spent in the garage assembling yard signs.  Like many of the routinely tedious campaign tasks, this one has occupied much more of my time than anticipated.

This status update is in honor of my friend who complained today (I think jokingly??) about the verbosity of my posts:

Today we helped serve 1500 meals to hard-workin’ folk.

My collection of accents on the campaign trail grew today, as we spoke with Jimmy (names changed).  He’s a Louisianan with a Cajun brogue so thick I ended up asking him to repeat his words several times as he shared his story. 

After the first hour or so of door-knocking last night, an allergy attack demoted me from Campaign Assistant to Campaign Chauffer (Or was that a promotion?  Hmm).

I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but it bears repeating:  door-knocking can be mentally fatiguing.  Because we are sweeping through precincts a second go-round, most of the doors belong to Independent voters.