Just dropped my ballot off at the Official Dropbox by the library. I expect to get a "Ballot received!" email in a day or two (ETA received the next morning!) from the tracking website. So glad I'm familiar with the location and don't have to worry about fake ballot boxes like in California. (WTF?!!?)
I also dropped my stack of 60 Vote Forward letters at the post office. I thought about putting them in a mailbox so they won't go out until the official send date tomorrow, but I'm guessing a lot of people will be doing that, and it might be easier for the post office employees to receive them in their building. Probably overthinking it, but there you go.
I just tried to mark the letters Sent at the Vote Forward site, and got a little admonishing message saying the "Sent" button is disabled because I shouldn't have sent them yet. Er, bad user interface! It does not make the letters un-sent to disable the button, it just gives them bad data when I click the button tomorrow. Darn, I thought they were more thoughtful than that.
Interesting tidbits: Out of 60 Texas addresses for minority and young voters, only two were apartments. I find this surprising. I wrote the Texas return address on the envelopes 60 times, which is probably more times than I've written my return address for the house I've lived in for 15 years, since I use address labels. Feels almost like moving out to be done with that. Best name: Phanomphorn, a woman's name from Laos. Most common name: 3 Jose's and 1 Joe.
According to the Vote Forward stats, 60 letters mean maybe two people voting that wouldn't have otherwise. Maybe fewer, since I'm at the tail end of their effort and they would have listed the higher-leverage voters first. Well, I did *something*, and I'm part of 17.5 million letters being sent, which is definitely something. And I hope each recipient feels a little more valued and encouraged and included.
Maybe I'll need some other calming ritual to get me through the election and aftermath, now that I'm no longer focusing on five strangers' names and addresses each day. Also I need to order more stamps. There was a line at the post office, so I noped right out of there after dropping off my stack of letters.
I also dropped my stack of 60 Vote Forward letters at the post office. I thought about putting them in a mailbox so they won't go out until the official send date tomorrow, but I'm guessing a lot of people will be doing that, and it might be easier for the post office employees to receive them in their building. Probably overthinking it, but there you go.
I just tried to mark the letters Sent at the Vote Forward site, and got a little admonishing message saying the "Sent" button is disabled because I shouldn't have sent them yet. Er, bad user interface! It does not make the letters un-sent to disable the button, it just gives them bad data when I click the button tomorrow. Darn, I thought they were more thoughtful than that.
Interesting tidbits: Out of 60 Texas addresses for minority and young voters, only two were apartments. I find this surprising. I wrote the Texas return address on the envelopes 60 times, which is probably more times than I've written my return address for the house I've lived in for 15 years, since I use address labels. Feels almost like moving out to be done with that. Best name: Phanomphorn, a woman's name from Laos. Most common name: 3 Jose's and 1 Joe.
According to the Vote Forward stats, 60 letters mean maybe two people voting that wouldn't have otherwise. Maybe fewer, since I'm at the tail end of their effort and they would have listed the higher-leverage voters first. Well, I did *something*, and I'm part of 17.5 million letters being sent, which is definitely something. And I hope each recipient feels a little more valued and encouraged and included.
Maybe I'll need some other calming ritual to get me through the election and aftermath, now that I'm no longer focusing on five strangers' names and addresses each day. Also I need to order more stamps. There was a line at the post office, so I noped right out of there after dropping off my stack of letters.