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May

The end of April finished up help table elections training and brought with it an offer to work on the Early Voting helpline. (For those not familiar with Wake County elections, Help Table is the position that processes all the non-perfect scenario voters and the Help Line is a direct line to the Board of Elections that puts you in touch with staff who can answer questions and troubleshoot problems. I was flattered to be asked. After talking it over with Bobby, I said yes, then within an hour was wondering "What have I done?!?"

Today we completed the first week of Early Voting. I have learned a LOT, still have a lot more to learn, but am so thankful for the organizational structure and supportive network that BOE has in place. So far it has been a positive experience, though a bit slower than I would like. (They say November will be much busier and some days you won't take your headphones off for very long.)

 We also had our first reptile visitor for the year. This is way earlier than we've ever had one before (I think) and I am thankful Bobby's nephew Robert was willing to come over and help me take care of it.  It was skinny, but about 4 ft long (roughly, we didn't measure).

We have two broody hens that I am constantly pushing off a nest to get eggs. We've discussed trying an egg swap with a friend and putting some fertilized eggs of a different breed under them, but we don't need to do it until we know we'll be in town around hatching time. We also really don't need any more chickens, but I hate for them to want to hatch eggs so bad and not be able to do so.

My aunt has had several slight strokes in the last month, and my Dad's oldest brother fell yesterday and broke his hip. He is currently at the hospital and we are awaiting word on if/when they will do surgery. He is currently unable to feel that leg.

We were able to get tomato plants and 2 rows of green beans in the ground (not enough to put up for the winter, but hopefully enough for a few meals this summer).  So far so good. 

I am behind on quilting (what's new about that?), I am managing to keep up with the laundry and the dishes, but am woefully behind on other household chores.

Gas was $4.09 on the way home. Earlier in the week I saw it jump to $3.89 and thought maybe it will drop a little in a few days when I start running low. Bad idea. I guess tomorrow morning I'll leave a little early and fill up on the way in to work. I fear if I wait until coming home it might be even higher. 

Belarus is now running military drills. They say it is routine, but it is new for the country. Many people think they will join Russia in attacking Ukraine. I think about Sasha and wonder if his unit is one of the ones who will fight. He was such a sweet and caring person, who understood Christianity in his teens and it hurts my hurt to think of him being placed into war. I don't know where Mikalai and Aleg are, but it wouldn't bode well for either one of them to fight, either. My heart hurts at the insanity of it all, but other than pray, I don't know how I can help. We've contributed toward supplies for refugees, but there are so many and the need is so great. We know families of two people who have children training in Poland in case the war spills over into a NATO country. My prayer is that it doesn't, but I fear we have watched the beginning of the next great war this year.

Happy Cinco de Mayo!


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