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Blue Tuesday

Sandra Tsing Loh was a bit skeptical about her candidate winning on Tuesday.

It’s almost too easy being a Democrat in California.  When I picked up my 10 year old from the school bus Tuesday afternoon, all the kids were joyously chanting “O-ba-ma!  O-ba-ma!” as lockstep as in any madrassah.  And no, I didn’t mean that in any snide Barack HUSSEIN type way.  I mean that, what with their Blue Coast teachers, my children are militant vegetarians and composters and eco-soldiers who disparagingly correct me—“Mommy!” when I try to tear off half a paper towel.

My seventh grader expresses her politics in a way that is more middle-schooly.  “So mom,” she announced, with rolling-eye glee.  “Guess what happened today?  They announced on the school PA how many kids would have voted for Romney, and it’s 37.  And they say how many for Obama—it’s like 1012!  Yay-yuh!”

While Maddy feels confident that it’s already in the bag on election day, I’m not so sure.  For weeks and weeks, there have been those razor-thin poll differences, with Romney leading, especially in that Rasmussen one (a poll that is not my favorite, and yes, I do have them).  There is my daily barrage of email FROM the Democratic party—up until this point, I’ve just put it in SPAM, even those oh-so-personal notes from Michelle Obama, Sarah Jessica Parker, and Beyonce—

But then, the tone went surprisingly DARK when the Republicans outraised us by 45 million, and instead of Barack finger-pistoling me that we GOT this, his notes became more meditative, a la: “Sandra?  No matter what happens, you and I have had quite a journey—”  And it was at THAT moment that I panicked and hit the PayPal button!

I was also concerned how, in the last days of campaigning, Romney seemed ever more confident and jubilant whereas Obama seemed haggard, all but admitting it now lay in the hands of his Democratic number crunchers.  That seemed pretty sad.  What can I say?  I’m a 50 year old Democrat!  I EXPECT things to go badly!

But as the blue and red map begins to form on election night, my hands unclench.  Instead of a nightmarish roller coaster ride like Bush versus Gore, states like Pennsylvania seem fine—all right, 56% US—and then, without overquestioning themselves, they just. . . cheerfully. . . stay there.

“Whoo!  Whoo!” says Maddy, dancing into the room as though it’s the predictable happy ending to a teen Disney movie.

“Just one minute, missy!”  I say.  “Not so fast!  Do you see what’s happened here?  Peace and freedom and grooviness won tonight because of MATH!  Math!  And gay marriage is passing?  And school funding?  I’m going to have to find whole new things to be mad about!”

To which all my 12 year old would say, finger-pistoling, was Yay-yuh!”  Ah well.  California dreamin’.