Reply #19: awww, my daughter and i hugged too.

[orleans]

she came home early from school today to help me make phone calls to senators. (she's almost 18 years old) she was great! she called over and over when the circuts were busy--she talked to staffers, left messages, i put up posts if a staffer told her a tidbit, i was on the other phone line and faxing on the third phone line.

and then...this....

we turned off the tv (and missed boxer unfortunately) and took a walk. i haven't been outside for days--obsessing over this, (i was on the phone till after 3 am this morning--i called 99 senators --that was my third, fourth or fifth time)

and my daughter's been helping me, trying to explain to her friends--a lot of kids who are republican by way of parent--about this, the importance, about alito (and these other kids say: who? why is he bad? they have no clue because their sheeple parents have no clue)

and so we walked and walked. the biting air felt good, it was rather dreary, and a light snow was falling. frozen tears from the sky no doubt.

she tells me later if things don't work out in the career she hopes to have she's decided on a second career. i give up. what? she says...a politician! i laughed. well, i told her, "i think you're a good hearted person, fair and open-minded, honest, and i raised you right. hell, i'll vote for you!"

(whether it happens or not: that's my girl! so proud of her...and we all tried so hard--you, me, all these progressives, everyone at du tried, to make the world better for my daughter and your daughter, and everyone. sigh. at least no one can say we didn't try.)

--sorry for rambeling so much.
i cried when i got home. when my daughter went into her room. when i was alone. i cried too.