Georgia Democrats made history this month. We chose a candidate for Georgia governor who is not only a woman, but a black woman. Stacey Abrams won easily over Stacey Evans. She was unopposed for Lieutenant Governor, but our choice is also a woman and married to an immigrant, Italian, but an immigrant, nonetheless.
That all happened on Tuesday, and then we started coming back to earth on Wednesday when we found that the number of Republican votes cast statewide far exceeded the number of Democrat votes, and in the little corner of heaven where we live, a little over 3,500 voters showed up, of whom a little over 400 were registered Democrats.
Georgia has open primary voting, so Democrats vote in the Republican primary, hoping to spoil things, and the opposite happens. You can’t read too much into the party breakdown of voters in the primaries.
Word is that the “party” isn’t very happy with our choice for governor. They want to campaign toward the middle, hoping to capture a few independents, but the voters chose someone who will campaign toward the progressive liberal Democratic party base. Meanwhile, the Republican candidates are in a run-off between two candidates who want to make The Freedom Caucus look like a bunch of commies.
It will be interesting to see whether voters will turn out in November.
On the home front things have taken a sadder note.
We got a call this Monday to tell us that my mother-in-law was talking to an aid in the nursing home when she suddenly stopped talking and her eyes “cut to the left”. She was transferred to Methodist Hospital across the river in Memphis where an MRI showed that she had had an anterior cerebral artery occlusion. She was given a “clot buster”, tPA, with no change. I found that there is a 6% chance of severe hemorrhage with that drug, and a good effect happens about 35% of the time. ACA strokes are the least common (about 5%) and are very debilitating.
Our niece who lives about a mile from the nursing home has been beside herself. She was scheduled to fly out on Thursday morning to be gone for a couple of weeks, her dachshund female was due at any moment to have her first litter of puppies, and what was going to happen with Grandma?
The mother had pups Wednesday night (3 boys, 3 girls, mother and children doing well) and our niece made her flight.
Hospice is involved. My mother-in-law is weak on one side, can’t swallow, can’t talk, can’t understand what is being said, and can’t be understood. She has weeks to live, at best.
Prior to this catastrophe, Sue was 91, deaf, blind, bedridden and incontinent. She seemed to have outlived her warranty several times over.
L is the organizer. She has squared everything with hospice and the funeral home, made plans with her sisters, and acted as agent for her mother.
Our other parents have been gone for decades. Sue has been the hold-out.
Meanwhile, it is Memorial Day Weekend. U.S. Hwy. 441 has looked like the autobahn since Wednesday evening as people from Atlanta and Athens head for the mountains and lakes.
We met friends at “The Dive” tonight. I had a chicken sandwich and a glass of a local beer, “Hiawassee Gold” which turned out to be a nice wheat beer with some citrus added. The Dive planned entertainment outside on the patio. When we left there were a few hardy souls sitting under umbrellas in pouring rain. That’s springtime in the mountains.