Today was voting day! Brad is very involved with voting education, so we posted that we would give anyone a ride who needed one, and would help anyone who needed help with voting on Nextdoor. No one needed a ride, but someone needed help with a recent move and a change of address. Brad was happy to help.
We went to our polling location and saw that they had van-accessible spots marked off with supposed-to-be-empty parking spots next to them for either vans with ramps or wheelchair unloading from a car. The only problem is that people didn’t understand this and parked in the marked off spots, so all the van accessible spots were not accessible for us. Luckily it was an open parking lot and we found a space where we could get the ramp out. (Reminder: Never park on the diagonal lines!)
We went inside and had pretty much no line! We saw all our regular poll workers, they recognize us now! We had printed off sample ballots so we knew who and what to vote for. We successfully voted, though it was awkward and a little tough for Brad since the lunchroom tables at the school had picnic table like benches that were folded up and in the way for someone trying to pull up in a wheelchair. Our way out we had a photo shoot around a “vote here” sign.
As Brad was getting his camera out, a woman approached us and asked if we wanted to hear some “good news”. I said sure, but I was sorry the minute after I said it! She wanted to tell us that Brad could be cured if only he prayed hard enough. But she wouldn’t stop talking! Brad never once looked at her (getting camera stuff out and purposefully not engaging). She never looked at Brad! She just told me that Brad could be cured with enough praying. She talked to me for several minutes about Brad!
People not in wheelchairs, this does happen fairly regularly to people who are in wheelchairs. Two things that are annoying. Both the praying-cure and the talking to someone else about the person with a disability instead of engaging the person with a disability. The first assumes that you both need to be healed (are not okay with how you are—you’re defective and an object of charity) and that you want religious healing. The second assumes that the disabled person isn’t responsible for themself (no agency or ability to communicate) and so everything should go through the “caretaker”. It was interesting to have both happen at the same time!
I was polite and just smiled, but inside I was thinking that Brad’s family are the best Christians I know, and if their prayer didn’t work, no prayer would ever be enough to cure him!
Anyway, picture time! I am wearing my blue butterfly dress and red shoes. Hestia has a red and black mesh vest on. Brad is wearing a red shirt, a black sweater (can’t see it), and then a red blazer on top with a blue scarf. Yes, he was cold and I was hot! It was in the low 70s, perfect weather for me!
Below are the pictures, enjoy!