Today I did half and half intervals around most of the lake. It was so foggy that when I came home there was mist in my hair. I started right at nine sharp, so I heard the Inauguration. I cried through the whole thing. I might cry at work too. We”l see.
We watched it at work, in the lobby. Not one call came through. It was lovely, and I found myself tearing up a little bit too, but I must not break my firm “No crying at work” rule.
It is a great day.
I teared up several times also. Oddly enough, I really enjoyed the evangelical speech that touched on old non-pc terms and turned them into inspirational messages.
Crying is a sign of hope. When we stop crying, we know we have lost. I add a swell of tears to the changing tide…
I cried hardest at Pete Seeger leading the whole crowd on the Mall, not to mention everyone listening and singing along at home or on the road, as I was, in “This Land is Your Land,” on Sunday. Cry cry cry. It made me realize just how beaten down we all have been. This land has NOT been our land. Maybe it is now. I am still too cynical to believe him fully, but we shall see.
OMG. I kept the kid home, mostly because I didn’t want to miss a single second to take him out to the bus.
The school secretary had about 20 slips of memo paper on her desk and she was all frazzled, which suggests to me that a ton of kids were also kept home to watch.
KEXP was playing *happy* songs this morning.
I feel like an American again, I haven’t felt like an American in EIGHT YEARS. wtf? Lauren, you are so right. All day I’ve been in this happy daze… I lost it when Aretha was letting go.
I missed you, patriotism!!!
Finally, us non-believers are included!
In the UK, where I study (and was secretly born), I watched parts of it on YouTube when I got home from work. Zomg, I got all flustered; and then, once again listening to Aretha at top laptop volume, worried that my UK house mates would think I was some kind of US Nationalist Weirdo. Hurrah for dual citizanship; voting for Obama made me feel like the proudest thing ever – and in true American fashion, I made all my mates buy me a drink at the pub when he got into office.
‘I VOTED; YOU OWE ME!1!!’