No More Phone Calls; Deer Festival

I don’t know about you, but I’m going to miss all the “personal” attention I have been receiving during the past few weeks.

Starting about nine each morning, the phone calls from my admirers would usually start, continuing until around nine that night.

These phone calls were always from people running for office, people who are already in office wanting to stay there or friends of people in office or running for office. The only problem with these phone calls were, they were always one-way conversations.
Ring, Ring. “Hello.” “Hi, this is Governor Sonny Perdue, blah, blah blah.” “Wait just a minute Governor, I want my husband to talk to you, too.

Honey, pick up the extension the Governor is on the phone.”
“What are you saying Governor?” “Can you slow down, I can’t write that fast, who am I supposed to vote for?” “Did you say?” “Honey, did you get that, Governor, Governor.” Click

And my mailbox will again be empty except for the bills, The Monticello News and an occasional letter. Lately the box has been heavily laden with colorful brochures of various candidates. When all these brochures are rolled into a bunch, they make great firestarters and the colors cause the flame to give off a lovely pastel glow.

By today we know who also ran and the ones who won. And I will just have to adjust to regular phone calls and mail.
Now at least I have time to find my camo outfit for the Deer Festival this weekend.
See ya thar!