Saturday I’m heading over to the senior center, OR to the school for the Washington State Democratic Caucus. This is how we’re choosing elegates this time. Apparently. I did also just send in my primary ballot. THAT houwever, is not being considered by Washington State Democrats. This is SO OBSCENE. A waste of energy, MONEY and time to hold such a vote which is then not used to indicate voter opinion.

Caucuses are easy, yeah. I went to my first last time around. This year it’s an hour MAX, you go in, you sign, you vote, you negotiate and the rules are you are DONE in one hour. GREAT for Stu and me. We don’t have work on Saturday, kids, the family dog, grandma, errands to run, so we can take time on Saturday afternoon (last time Stu was out of town) to go do this thing.

Called mom Tuesday night and said “I hoped you voted several times”. We were glued to CNN, with her state (Connecticut) un-pundited for hours. The numbers were so close they couldn’t call it (and boy did that just make them itch, huh?) IDespite all this “we won’t call elections too early BULLSHIT from the past, they call ‘em with 15% in because their computer models and exit polls never lie. (I swear to god, if I ever were to get “exit polled” I would lie. I can’t since I vote absentee but I am SICK of being told by all these bozos what to think and how it is.) And where the frak is Jeff Greenfield the only one I trust?

We’ve talked recently, mom and I, about the weirdness of knowing that you are witnessing history. That in our lifetimes (Mom is 82) and was telling me Tuesday about the night that she and dad never slept. I remembered conventions and voting (they were Democratic precinct captains when getting out the vote meant calling people only on election day to ask “do you need a ride to the polls?”) and it’s an early memory for me. But her memory this time was of going to bed and having the radio (yeah radio on) and being unable to sleep as the vote for “partition” took place. The night the state of Israel was voted on at the United Nations, my parents never slept. (it was November, 1947, and must have been VERY early in their marriage.) They knew, no matter what, history was being made and who sleeps?

So Stu and I head out Saturday to one of two locations (please someone call me back to tell me which is right since ONE website said hither and the other said thither)(So far 2 calls chez roscoe for "Washington for Hillary" and one for McCain.)

And then, to celebrate our franchise, we are, well celebrating. Not a big holiday normally chez Roscoe (Stu’s birthday is 2 days before Valentine’s day, which is usually “let’s dine out night” but Stu had entered us in a contest just the other day on Seattle’s “progressive” talk radio station and Saturday night, we’re going to be celebrating casting votes for Barack Obama (yep, that’s right) by attending a concert by Sweet Honey in the Rock. I’m SO thrilled I’m practically crying. I’ve been a SW fan for at least 30 years and they tour every year and I can never afford to go. They rock my soul, they stir my feet. This will be my first time hearing them without Bernice Johnson Reagon, but I so ADORE the music they create that no one could reward me better than giving me a ticket to this show. And the amazing Ysaye is still there. And And I know Aisha's and Nitanju’s voices very well. And Shirley’s still signing for them. Maybe I’ll vote a few more times.

It's corny beyond belief to be voting during Black history Monty for a black history-making man and then going to a concert by a quintet that stands out in the world as an amazing represntative of American (and other) Black culture. But hell, so I get to do corny for once. I'll manage.