Today was...so overwhelming, it may take a while to process it. The size of the crowd on the Mall, and how you could hear a pin drop (the birds were too cold to chirp) when President Obama (ooh, goosebumps again!) started speaking. The sober, tough yet elegant "Grow UP, America!" message of his speech, and how, when the camera panned the crowd, heads were nodding along, soberly.
I heard a crowd count of two million. Two million people braved the biting cold to BE THERE. I had to settle for watching it on the TV in the break room, with a couple of dozen like-minded souls. But I recorded the whole day, and I'm soaking it up now.
I'm hopeful (there's that word again) today. Hoping that this country may indeed get back to the fighting spirit that made us what we were in my parents' generation, and that we have put the scared little rabbits hiding at every threat, real or imagined, while their keepers stole us blind, back in their pens where they belong. We have a hell of a mess on our hands, and this president is coming into the biggest mess in, well, our history. President Obama takes office in, to put it bluntly, a spectacular clusterfuck on all fronts. We are in a close second to the Depression while fighting two wars, in a far more dangerous world. But, I think he gets this and he's doing it anyway. Not in a reckless, flight suit wearing, "Bring it on!" Top Gun fantasy boy dream way, but in a serious, "This is going to suck but we will get through it and triumph over it," grownup way. And he will call on other grownups to help him do this.
There are so many pictures, posters, inspirational thingies, out there about this, but the magnet my son gave me still makes me smile every time I see it. The totally irreverent image has a better ring of truth than any highfalutin' artsy inauguration thing:
Just let us know how we can help, Mr. President.