My friend Nan, who works at City of Chandler asked if I wanted to work this week registering and printing ballots for early voting in the upcoming presidential election. By the way - Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump have been slamming each other for the last 6 months and I am ready for it to be over with. So Connie and I both took the job with the city and it turned out to be a 50-hour work week, with a constant line (sometimes 2.5 to 3 hour waits) checking addresses and birth dates, then printing ballots and sending them on their way to vote. All in all, it was a good experience - I only saw 2 people the entire week that were talking down the system and a few who were shaking their heads in disgust but not really voicing their opinions. In fact, I saw many people shaking hands or giving a pat on the back with those they had met in line. I'm glad I made it through the week and I'm not sure if I would do it again - it was exhausting for this old lady.
I learned from Ben last week, after Norah's annual checkup recently, that she is anemic and might be gluten intolerant and her growth hormone was below what it should be. She had an endoscopy on Thursday and the doctor said that it looked like a classic case and it probably is the cause of her not growing at the same level as Camille. She is a voracious eater - always the last one at the table. Now, the whole family has to be tested but can't be on the same diet that she is until the results are all in - it might skew the results.
When I asked Norah about her experience, she told me that the doctor put something on the inside of her wrist, she got a bandaid and she got a popsicle.
