Singing and dancing

I am thrilled. I've been hunkered down for 8 years, and Ive officially un-hunkered. I envy those in Chicago, where I used to live. I would have been in that crowd in a heartbeat. I shed so many tears of relief and admiration last night, and I danced in my tv room, dancing with those Chicago souls and the people in the streets here, and the people across the US who have hope, audacious hope that, in our new president, we have the possibility of redemption in the world's eyes.

A president who speaks beautifully! I actually look forward to him speaking! What a beautiful thing.

Monday night, I was in a shower stall at the community center after my swim, and I heard the high, piping slightly tuneless voice of a small child singing and enjoying the echo chamber of the larger shower room as she showered. "Oh-Baa-Ma! Ooo-baaa-Maaa! I been workin ona railrooad, aalla live long daaaayyy! Ooo-Baaaaaa_Maaaaaaa, ..." repeat ad infinitum. I was tempted to start singing along with her, but I didn't want to freak her out or give her the shys.

I've been singing it all day today, though.

sweet respite

Today was a big day. I had book club at my place with my choice, The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman, who is actually local to my sweet town and he gave a reading at a church when it came out, very cool. Pup is a fabulous host, and doubles as a large napkin. I am required to have bacon and coffee available for my book peeps, and anything else is up to me.

I also had due a rather large paper for class. Toffee helps me think.


And it's beautiful outside, which is pretty rare this time of year. So I soaked in a few rays. There's pup in the background. Fluffy little butt.
And I put out one of my sunflower heads for the squirrel, and within 30 minutes he had reduced it to a pile of bits.
And have I shown off my new shelves? So grown-up.

And now, I need ice cream. or maybe a walk with pu. I'm pooped.