I’m stealing the title of my 2008 post-election blog. This morning is even better.
In 2008 I went to bed before the results were all in. Around 5:45 a.m. I woke up. From my election day blog:
5:45 a.m., November 5
So this morning I was lying awake as the skylight above my head just began to think of turning gray, working up the nerve to boot up Morgana V and find out what happened after I conked out. If I didn’t know it, it hadn’t happened, right? Or at least it hadn’t happened yet.
When it was light enough to distinguish Travvy’s white face from his gray cap, I got up, turned on the computer, fed Trav, and went downstairs to brush my teeth and put my contact lens in. I came back up, sat down, loaded Outlook Express, downloaded e-mail, and went to the FEM-SF folder. The first new e-mail was from a list member in Québec. The subject line said “Yes, you can.” The next subject line said “Yes, we did.” It was from a list member in Vermont who is now a duly elected member of the Electoral College and looking forward to casting her vote for Obama-Biden on December 15.
The cat is alive! Posted another USian: It’s “one of those rare moments when we are better than we might have imagined ourselves to be.” And from a subscriber in Australia: “Congratulations!”
This year I stayed up, hanging out on Facebook with friends across the country and in Canada, and even a few in Australia. They’d report the latest news from whatever TV or web source they were watching, some of it about the presidential race, some about local races and ballot questions. Some were biting their nails at every apparent reverse; others consoled them; still others cracked jokes or reminisced about elections past. It reminded me of the stay-up-all-night election marathons of yesteryear, when the returns came in more slowly and the numbers appeared on displays that looked like old-fashioned cash registers.
When Elizabeth Warren was declared U.S. senator-elect from Massachusetts, I whooped so exuberantly that Trav roused himself from my bed and came over to see what was up.
One by one, virtually all the Republicans who made idiotic statements about rape were defeated.
Ohio, Wisconsin, and Florida flipped from pink (Romney leading) to light blue (Obama leading) and back again.
Same-sex marriage won first in Maine, then in Maryland. Minnesota defeated a proposed amendment that would have defined marriage as solely a union between a man and a woman.
Ohio and Wisconsin finally settled on dark blue. Virginia joined them. New Hampshire turned dark blue — and picked Democratic women for governor and two seats in Congress. Florida remains undecided.
It was thrilling, it was vindicating — it was a profound relief.
I was not, however, elected to the Martha’s Vineyard Commission (MVC). I’m about 30% disappointed and 70% relieved. As my neighbor said this morning: “In a way, you have the best of both worlds: you made a good showing, but you don’t have to go to those meetings.” He knows whereof he speaks: he works for the county housing authority and has to go to a lot of those meetings.
I finished eighth. Nine candidates were to be elected. Why wasn’t I one of them? Because the MVC’s enabling legislation decrees that there must be one elected commissioner from each town and there can be no more than two. I was the third vote-getter from my town, so the nod went to Josh Goldstein from Tisbury, who got 359 fewer votes, because Tisbury (aka Vineyard Haven) hadn’t reached its quota. As my neighbor also said: “Every election that rule bites someone in the butt.” This election it was me.
I’m glad I ran. I’m itching to be more involved in the island’s political life than I have been, but as of yet I’m not sure what I should be doing. Maybe an opportunity will cross my path, or maybe I’ll be able to make one. Watch this space. You’ll be the first to know.