Early Voting

 I made my way to the Abbotsford Convent to put my vote in for the Federal Election. 

Before you ask, I have habitually voted early in State and Federal elections. I know where my vote is going, I don't like being hassled by the people handing out how to vote cards and I don't need a sausage. 

Besides, the Abbotsford Convent is a gorgeous place. It's strangely peaceful for a place that used to be a girl's school and a place where unwed mothers went to have their children. 

The lines for early voting were long, but convivial and orderly. The wait wasn't that long. There were lots of dogs to say hello to. There were only a handful of people handing out how to vote cards at the front of the convent. They seemed to be having an enjoyable time. It made for a difference seeing some of the unrest they're having in some electorates. In Kooyong, just across the river, there's been a number of spats. It's horrible. I refrained from wearing my 'Typical Bloody Leftie" t-shirt as not to inflame people.

It was a nice way to spend my lunch time. 

On the way out, I was trying to remember the last time I was here. I love the space and gardens. 

And then I looked up. A wayward saint was keeping an eye on proceedings. 

It then came to me my last visit to this wonderful place. 

Anney's funeral. 2019. Six years ago. 

I was sent on another journey of nostalgia. Strangely, I could feel her presence. There's nothing unusual about that. I feel her energies around the place regularly. It was nice to feel her about again. 

Today's song: