A new day

I really can't remember how long it's been since I felt this happy, this hopeful and this proud to be an American. I do remember that eight years ago I was furious and angry and for all these years I've felt pretty hopeless and fed up with our government.

But today was extraordinary, better than I could have ever imagined. President Barack Obama is the most inspiring leader in my lifetime and I feel so optimistic and excited about our future...no matter how long it takes to solve the difficult problems that we're facing.

And he's very attractive too, isn't he?

I love the blog post that Margaret and Helen wrote today (are you familiar with their blog?) It's fantastic. It's on my blog list and I suggest you read it.

And tonight I'm just dancing and partying in my living room.

Happy New Era! I look forward to tomorrow, when the new administrations announces the first actions of their agenda.

Counting down - four days

I don't know about you, but even though it's something like -39 with the wind chill factor here in New York and it's only January 16th, which means there's at least 18 or so more weeks till spring, and it's been a fairly shitty winter all over the country...and yesterday a plane crashed into the Hudson (miraculously everyone survived), but still? A plane crash because of a flock of geese? Anyway, despite all the bad news...happily this is the last weekend in eight years that George W. Bush will be residing in the White House and the ever unpleasant Dick Cheney is packing up at the VP's mansion... and I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER. Right now I would do a cartwheel if I could.

Sarah who?

I was thinking, as I was reading a transcript of Hillary's confirmation hearing, what a pleasure it was to read her responses, which were actually complete sentences. (Granted, my grammar isn't quite what it should be, but I am not running for office, so who cares?) I may not agree with everything she says, but at least she's articulate and knows what she's talking about. How refreshing.

Sarah who?

I know that President Elect Obama will be undertaking a tremendously difficult job and that none of us can expect miracles. But at least we have someone in the White House who won't say "misunderestimate" or seriously distort the truth about pretty much everything.

Tuesday night I may get dressed up and drink a large glass of champagne. It's been a long eight years.

Dear Barack

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Your address today about creating jobs and basically overhauling the government makes me want to weep with joy. How did we survive these eight long years of darkness? Okay, granted, you're not Superman or Spiderman or any super hero, but you're on the right track.

My beagle Lucy (see above) would have been a better President than Bush. (I would have been telling her what to do.)

I am so grateful. Forty-five more days till Obama takes office. Hallelujah.