I spent Monday, hanging out in a local church, aiding the democratic process. Canada had an election, and I was a Poll Clerk. I heard a lot about how old fashioned the process was, and it is. Of course, no one has yet to develop one that is as secure as the process we use. Take two people, who don't know each other, place them at a table, and have each of them watch the other to make sure everything is done properly. Each of us have our own job, but we are each trained to do either job. We keep each other honest and there is no doubt of the secrecy or security of the poll. It is rather beautiful in its simplicity.
I love the election process. I think I have worked at 12 elections now. I love seeing young people cast their first vote. I love helping elderly people vote. My favourite is helping new Canadians vote for the first time. Many have come from countries where they couldn't vote. The smiles on their faces as they put their ballots in the box is wonderful. It makes me feel like I have a small part in making history.
Of course, some elections, there are long periods when we have nothing to do, so I take my knitting. That was not the case in this election. We were busy until the Blue Jays game started! However, I did get a bit of knitting done at the poll and more done yesterday, as I recovered.
My election socks.
On the weekend, I knit a pair of baby socks, because I could.
Today, Feist, Royce, and Sterling went back to the shelter, to start their journey to adoption. They have been replaced by three tiny orange guys.