Too early
The first flurry of activity. Symbolic, in terms of election returns. Natural, in terms of the weather. We had our first traces of frozen precipitation on the deck this morning. Nothing on the lawn. Too soon to stick. The dog seemed unimpressed by the cold underpaw, and I began to consider just how long I could wait to change tires.
Yes, we voted. Not until mid-afternoon, and the polling station had familiar faces: on the door, behind the table, in the slight lineup in the hall. One former teacher I hadn’t seen in close to 35 years. Funny how little we change, when you add the experience into the calculation. But, I digress. We voted. In and out in under two minutes. No mistaken identity. No premarked ballot. Textbook.
And with the civic duty off the schedule, we headed off to a restaurant. Too soon to celebrate; a chance to avoid the leftovers which would otherwise have served as calories for the long wait ahead.
The returns will requires hours (more). After all, the final polls close at what would ususally be “past my bedtime”, and I intend to stand on guard until we KNOW. As of right now, only NL has counted enough ballots to declare. They’re going red. Nothing more than a sample; 7 out of 330. This region should start to offer up numbers in the next few minutes. Again, a sample. The real seat changes will come from the centre of the nation, where enough ridings to decide the governance exist.
Too early… too early.
