Now, let’s get to work

Today is my Gram’s birthday, or would have been, had Alzheimer’s not taken her a few years ago. The lady loved a good party, and today we all partied. I will lift a glass to her this evening, in her memory, and in celebration of the future of our country.

I attended an inauguration once, 20 years ago, for Bush 41. This was much better. Warmer, for one. Hopeful, for another.

I sat and watched the swearing-in this morning, alone in the house for a change, alternating between cheers and soul-deep sobbing. Today is the first day of our future. Corny, I know, but accurate. I lingered on the couch as long as I could justify, for I knew as soon as I rose that things would be different.

See, I was pregnant with A eight years ago when the Past Occupant (damn, that feels good to type) was sworn in. And I have always seemed to connect the disaster of his administration with the difficulties of parenting/raising A/dealing with it all. Before 43 was sworn in, things were not easy by any means, but easier. Then he got sworn in…and A was born (and didn’t sleep/wouldn’t gain weight/had colic/ongoing challenges)…and 9/11 hit…and it was downhill from there. I have deep faith that the country will improve under President Obama (and that feels even better to type), and deeper hope that things will improve with A. The next four years will be years of growth, of change, of improvement…for the country, for my son.

Now, let’s get to work. We have a lot of challenges ahead of us. And we are capable and strong enough for every every challenge that comes our way.

Let’s go.

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Buh-Bye Georgie

Georgie Porgie, puddin’ ‘n pie
Screwed us over and made us cry.
When “YES WE CAN!” cheers won the day,
Georgie Porgie ran away.

Today we made history. Today we awoke from an eight-year nightmare. Today we hit the ground running. Today is the first day of the best years in America’s history.

See ya, George. Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya.

And good riddance.