Wednesday, January 21, 2009

January 20th 2009

Woke up about 5:30 am to find that one of the kitties peed on my clean laundry that had made it upstairs but that I hadn't put away. A trip to the laundry room to put them back in the dryer... what's that sound? Dripping water. Dripping. Brain gears grind in the fog of a brain not yet fully medicated. Dripping water from... water on the cement floor... dripping from a copper pipe on the ceiling in the unfinished portion of the basement that is the laundry room.

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.

3 comments:

comment dit-on said...

Love the patois. And our new President. :D For the record, I sniffled my way through the inaugural. (In front of 100+ colleagues who gathered in the company cafeteria to watch the event.)

. . . Lisa and Robb . . . said...

Spam Pie?

Boggles the mind.

Pockafwye said...

You'd be surprised how good spam pie can be. I was.