Remember when I sent in my mail-in ballot, and mentioned a few things we'd fought for and got? Above you see the results of one such campaign. It's called Track my Ballot. Allowing time for the mail, you go into your official passworded account, to check on your voting history to date.
At the bottom you see the official acknowledgment that the county voting officials have my ballot safe. Counting doesn't start till the polls are closed on election day, but meanwhile, it's safely there, and the voter knows it. It encourages public confidence in the mail in ballot.
And stitching is continuing. Here's the whole piece
I did knit that third glove, and I feel better offering a pair and a spare now that they look more as if they all belong together.
And I found a great labeled chart of photos, waxcaps, including a few I've noted in here lately. This is worth bookmarking, if you're interested in fungi.
Before I wrap up today, speaking of odd ducks, I've met a few, in various workplaces, and among my readers here!
My favorite was the lady who'd read in here and emailed me to say she was doing the genealogy of her family, and wanted me to supply her with information on my Boud ancestors, since she had found an Elizabeth Boud several generations back and wondered if we had relatives in common.
We got into quite a thread of emails, I trying to explain Boud is only a screen name, no connection with people, in fact it was the nickname of my late cat, Boudicca. So named because small but fearless, like the warrior queen who came close to routing the Romans at the battle of Colchester, but I digress.
My correspondent wasn't having it and wanted to know why I wouldn't help her, when she'd been referred to my blog from a genealogy website. I asked her to please give me the website reference, so I could put the record straight, and she said, oh, er, well, um, she couldn't remember it.
After emailing me several times with demands, she finally declared it was people like me who made it hard to research, refusing to share information. Once again I explained it wasn't my family name, and wished her luck! She said she'd report my refusal, to save other people from wasting their time, which I thought, but didn't say, was a good outcome.
So there, a little episode of the endless comedy that is people.
Happy day, everyone, off to the annual dental visit, where I hope they'll clean my teeth, tap on them, make measurements, and tell me I'm fine before emptying my wallet and seeing me out.
The people there are definitely compos mentis, glad to say.
