Wednesday, January 21, 2009
January 20th 2009
Woke up the Mister. We pulled the shelves out from under the broken pipe and rounded up buckets. Then I had to get ready to go. My physical therapist was expecting me extra early that morning. My Mister saved the day and took over calling the plumber so I could hit the road.
Physical therapy in Downtown Minneapolis. Traffic could have been worse. Gave me a chance to listen to Minnesota Public Radio and the NPR coverage of the inauguration morning crowds in Washington DC. Peeked at the sunrise in my rear view mirror as the traffic poked along.
Physical therapy. Then back out into the traffic. More radio coverage of the pre-inauguration goings-on. The Mister called to say the plumber had come and gone and fixed the cracked pipe and a few other things that needed doing, in record time.
I watched the inauguration of President Barack Obama at the home of a good friend. She made a Spam pie (savory and cheesy, not sweet) for the occasion.
I'm not ashamed to admit I teared up during the inauguration. Tears of hope and pride.
After several hours of working while watching the post-inaugural TV coverage, I headed back across town toward home.
But first, in the patois of the LOLcats, I asked, "I can has pride of country nao?"
Yes. Yes I can.
And I also got the recipe for the spam pie.