Obamaland, from A-Far

As of today, I am finally getting ready for the big blow-out for our nation's change of government. Why so slow? I dunno; probably due to the sinking economy, the lack of a meaningful health insurance program and two "active" wars. I could bitch, and bitch and bitch ... but.

I got a phone call from my cousin, Sheryl Hicks, the other night. Filling me in on the safe arrival of a fellow Interior Democrat Angelee Lloyd and her 14 year old daughter, Rowan, to my family's house in Washington, D.C. The house has been unoccupied since my Grandmother Chase passed away and I hadn't really planned on opening it like so many residents of the District looking to cash in. But when Angelee called up looking for last minute digs, it seemed to be a good idea.

Luckily for everyone, Sheryl had agreed to meet them at the airport and ended up taking them on a late night tour to the Mall. Sheryl, as dispassionate a Washingtonian as you would ever meet, had zero plans to take any part of up-coming chaos. But after shepherding Angelee and Rowan around, including a stop by the soon to be famous site of the swearing in, Sheryl sounded excited and she got me excited too. She was even talking about leaving her comfy house out in the 'burbs to get out and celebrate.

This really is a big deal, the change of government from a bunch of people best characterized by their absolute disinterest in anyone other than themselves, to those who think that being a public servant is as important as making bazillions off of the military/industrial complex.

Acres of words will be written about this, most more interesting and exciting than mine. But I can't resist adding a few to the noise: I will hit the booze shop tomorrow for a good bottle of bubbly, I will set my alarm clock to get up at some un-godly hour on Tuesday, and curl up in bed with my Mother and watch in wonder.

A Black man as President.

Wish my Dad was here.



Check out Angelee and Rowan's Blog: http://rowanskye.blogspot.com/

Comments

Cassieopia said…
Oh Bunny - this actually made my tear up. I wish your Dad was here too.
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