I am watching live the Inauguration of Barack Obama.
Stream of consciousness for your blog viewing pleasure...
Snuggly warm in Bloggingham with a blanket of snow outside and a cup of hot coffee.
The world is poised and watching.....Pencil Skirt has gone gah gah this morning in front of her TV set...taking pictures of the screen.....I did not do that!.......maybe....
Why is Katie Couric sitting in my chair!!?
These folks are on my mind today.
Update: One of my heroes. Ted Kennedy arriving at the inauguration earlier today. A picture from my TV below. Yeah. I know.
Martin and Coretta
John, Bobby, Edward...
the victims of 9/11 also....
I want my country safe.
I want my sense of pride back as an American throughout the world.
I want to see hope and peace as a reality and not just words on paper.
Aretha Franklin is singing "My Country 'Tis Of Thee"....come on girl.....the key is there somewhere (just sayin')
She was overcome with emotion. What a moment.
Itzhak Perlman is playing an original composition with Yo-Yo Ma. I saw Perlman up close and live once. Strings make me shiver. This is magic...." Simple Gifts"....strains of freedom...
Okay. I am crying now...
My heart is so full.
So help me God.
The speech. I expect his usual brilliance..My favorites:"...
"We will extend a hand if you are willing to
unclench your fist."
Go, Mr. President.
The soldiers in Arlington..."they are the guardians of our liberty"...
well said, Mr. President
Amen, Mr. President.
"This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed....."
"...whose father not less than 60 years ago who wouldn't have been served in a local restaurant, can now stand before you and take a most sacred oath."
"America, in the face of our common dangers......let us remember these timeless words......
Let it be said by our children's children....."
The poet speaks.
Written by Inaugural poet, Elisabeth Alexander
"I know there's something better down the road.....We walk into that which we cannot see....Sing the names of the dead who brought us here.....who laid the train tracks....built brick by brick....Praise song for struggle....Praise song for the day......Praise song for every hand-lettered sign. Praise song.
What if the mightiest word is love?"
What if it is?