I’m watching CNN.com live right now. I’m also toggling back and forth from my Word document, where I’m supposed to be tooting my horn in a book proposal. This is a serious test of my ability to do more than one thing at a time. I am usually, as my musician husband tells me, unremittingly monophonic. Time is of the essence, though: I have but a few child-free hours and I need to get a bunch of writing done. Not to mention 3 loads of laundry and a squash casserole.
Just saw Mrs. Obama climb into a big limo with a seal on the door, and I have to be sure and get a still photo of Mr. Obama doing the same thing so I can show it to my boy later. Toddler has a 4-inch long, black Presidential limo in his toy car collection, and whenever he pulls it out from amongst the rescue vehicles and flaking, lead-ridden Fords, he hollers: “Obama!” We taped a newspaper photo of Obama to the lid of the box, but Toddler kept moving it to unexpected places like the bathroom floor or the phone cord. I want him to see the real Obama step in or out of a real presidential limousine.
This is such a thrilling moment. Now I wish I were in some kind of communal setting with other people who find this a thrilling moment. It’s just me and the dog right now, and he’s asleep.
Wait, here comes the real action, and I can’t sit here anymore…The CNN screen is shared by a Facebook feed I cannot turn off, and I am SO not interested in the dopey “What I’m Doing Right Now” updates of people I have never even met.
Just then, I ran downstairs to catch the action on the TV. This day, of all days, deserved my full attention. Within moments, I was grateful I was not in a communal setting. I was glad to be completely alone, so that I could sob and clap and jump and wail without regard to my surroundings. I do not cry pretty, and had there been anyone near, I probably would have missed the whole spectacle with my face hidden in tissues. So proud. I am so proud and happy.
“Let all those who love justice and do mercy say Amen”. Wooooo-hooooooo!