"What’s the flag for, ladies?"
"It’s to remind D. Ann Graham to vote today. You know how she forgets everything when she’s working. We’ve even put a red, white, and blue ribbon around her coffee mug – that was Lilly’s idea -- so she can be reminded every time she reaches for it. Patriot Coffee, she calls it."
"Well, we all know the best way to catch D. Ann Graham’s attention is with words, so we had to have a snappy name. The only reason she makes it to presidential elections is because some member of the family remembers to pick her up and drag her there. But in these trying times there are much more than presidents at stake, and every election is important."
"I agree. But I don’t think you’ll have to resort to sign language anymore, in that respect, because she’s recently had an experience that will never let her forget to vote, again."
"What was that?’
"As I recall, the subject came up in a conversation she was having with one of the cousins."
"A young person?"
"My dear Lilly, just because a person is under voting age doesn’t mean they don’t have brains. A lot of them are smarter than most adults."
"Do you know what was said that impressed her?"
"Of course I do. I was impressed myself. He said voting was how we could change the future, and while that might not be important to her from one moment to the next, it was important to him because it was HIS future she was messing with."
"That is insightful, but not something D. Ann Graham hasn’t already heard before. A lot of us have heard that before. Why, all I have to do is flip back through my agenda, here, to where we were discussing that very topic during the presidential –"
"You didn’t let me finish, Ann."
"The young man went on to say that – while he hated to resort to name calling – anyone who doesn’t take the time to vote when they are of age is nothing but a fat-head lazy poop."
"My sentiments exactly. Which is why I propose that we should all go on strike until D. Ann Graham does her duty."
"But whatever does it have to do with any of us? We don’t have the right to cast a ballot any more than the cousins have."
"Just because we don’t operate in the so-called real world, doesn’t mean we can’t have an influence over it."
"Is that what you came over here for, Professor? To join our forces together to influence D. Ann Graham?"
"I’m not worried about D. Ann Graham. She’ll do what she has to, even if it’s five minutes before the polls close."
"Why should we bother to go on strike, then? I hardly see the point when we have all this work to do."
"Because – of all of us here – I am the only one who has to work with these blasted cousins day in and day out."
"Are you saying you’d like more help with them?"
"Certainly not. I simply don’t want to be called a fat-head lazy poop any more than the next person."
"I move for an official strike then. And leave the window open today, Ann – with the flag in it."
"Good idea. It might influence some of the lurkers."
What’s happening on the farm today: It is a sad day for the Peabody family… one of the hens is missing. Isn’t it odd that the size of one’s brain makes so little difference as to how much they can be cared about? I’m really quite distraught over it.
Habit status: Day 13 (unless voting day is like bankers holidays)