For the first time in a long time, I feel some hope. I almost feel bad that we have placed such a burden on President Obama's shoulders, yet I know there are people in this world who are up to the task and I hope, I hope he is one of them.
We all should heed the words of the Rev. Joseph Lowery's benediction following President Obama's inaugural speech. It said, in part:
"And while we have sown the seeds of greed -- the wind of greed and corruption, and even as we reap the whirlwind of social and economic disruption, we seek forgiveness and we come in a spirit of unity and solidarity to commit our support to our president by our willingness to make sacrifices, to respect your creation, to turn to each other and not on each other."
Damn, that makes me cry every time. We have sown them, oh yes we have, and now we're reaping what we've sowed.
I don't aspire to greatness and I don't aspire to great riches. I do aspire to being able to live without the constant fear of medical catastrophe forcing me into poverty and homelessness. I live simply by many standards and extravagantly by others, I know. But I am perfectly satisfied with just staying the same. I want to pay my own way, I don't want to have to go begging for prescription drugs so my husband can keep his borrowed organs functioning, thankyouverymuch.
I felt such relief to see George Bush fly away. It's interesting to mull the possibility that he may not even be able to travel outside this country because of fears he may be arrested as a war criminal. I wonder how much of that is a possibility and how much is just wishful thinking on the part of some. I guess we'll just have to wait and see if he hits the speechmaking road or hangs out at home.
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Oh and by the way: In this neck of the woods, Washington, D.C., our nation's capital, is never referred to as Washington. Because there is a real Washington, you see, and it's the rockin'est state in the union and it resents, oh yes it does, how that city-that's-not-even-in-a-state tries to call itself Washington. Most people here call it D.C. because it's shorter and because that's short for its real name and its real name is not Washington.
Yes, I was confronted with this confounding reality when I was a little kid. I was reading in my kiddie magazine a short story where someone wrote about a little girl living in Washington and I was soooooooooo excited, because that was just not someone anyone ever wrote about, so I went running into the house to show my big sister my huge discovery and she read the bit I showed her and then turned her sad eyes on me and said, "Oh, they don't mean our Washington. They mean Washington, D.C."
Hmmmmph! So why didn't they freakin' say so? The bitterness set in that day, folks, and it's never left.
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And finally, on this night of hopeful nights, can I just say, yay to the writers at "Grey's Anatomy" who get it? Really get it? Because this thing with Yang and Hunt has got it going on! Holy cow, that shower scene: both of them fully clothed, yet fully charged with angst and pity. I find myself awaiting the next installment of "Grey's" more than any other TV show. 
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Merry Christmas, Jeanie!! 
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