You know those moments in your life that you look back on and remember exactly what you were doing when you heard about [fill in the blank]. I’ve got a few of those in both happy and sad columns But Tuesday night…
I did try hard to stay away from the news. Tim even made appointments for us to get our hair cut with Larry, because that’s always a happy couple of hours with someone whose company we enjoy.
Tim, during the process…
Pile o’ Tim hair.
Yeah, I know you want “after” photos, but I can’t give you all the good stuff at once.
I did some errands and drove by several polling places hoping to get photos of voters in long lines. However, that early voting thing really works out for Houston, because there were no lines. Later, Tim and I went back out with the dogs, and as we drove down West Gray, I got this shot of some people who caught me in the act and seemed okay with it.
I read and enjoyed your comments about your voting experiences on my last post, then I started cooking dinner to stay away from the TV. I began having all kinds of computer issues, so obsessively checking for news online wasn’t an option. I also had my news-avoiding movie selection at the ready: My Best Friend’s Wedding, because I haven’t watched it for a while and Julia and the so-hot Dermot Mulroney are always a good diversion.
We ate. We watched our soap, a little CNN, a little Fox, a little MSNBC. I took some phone calls. I couldn’t forget the last two presidential campaigns, so I refused to be lured into anything like confidence and especially not complacency. I was more than willing to watch the one-hour Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert special, because I figured it would be at least a couple of hours before we were anywhere near hearing an outcome.
Then arrived that moment, the one I’ll always remember, when after goofing around and trading barbs, Jon Stewart quietly said: “At eleven o’clock at night Eastern standard time, the president of the United States is Barack Obama.” It took me a minute to realize he wasn’t kidding, and I immediately started crying, and it was quite some time before I could stop. I’ve never felt such a profound sense of history. I know many of my friends are skeptical and don’t feel the way I feel, but this is a day I didn’t think would come in my lifetime, a moment when everything seems to move forward and stop looking back, and I wish my parents could share it with me.
Both my phones were ringing, I knocked my can of Dr. Pepper over, the dogs were crazy, and Tim arrived to say that John McCain was expected to give his concession speech within minutes. And when he did concede, I was so proud of him. It was exactly the kind of moving and gracious speech we hope for from a statesman. I looked at that crowd of disappointed McCain supporters, and I understood exactly how they felt. However, in my heart, I truly believe what President-Elect Obama promised in his speech. He will be a president for ALL of us, he will listen to ALL of us, particularly those with differing opinions. This will be such a dramatic change from the last eight years.
Thank you to everyone who called and commented and sent e-mails–from all over the world! We have a lot of work ahead of us, and if there’s anything I could wish for, it would be that instead of divisiveness, we’d all start acting like friends and neighbors again. The following is my best attempt to use what I had on hand to represent a spirit of unity and to show that happiness is NOT a partisan issue. We can always use more happiness and more than a little silliness, so please comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and the elephant and donkey will work together to find your answer.
Page 522, Number 13 please. 🙂
“a party thrown in a big barn”
That almost describes my weekend! =0)
Dash will take page 38 line 24 … I will take page number 433 number 7
This is the first time I have been excited about what is on the horizon. I thought McCain was sincere and returned to being the man I felt he was before the election process began, I think that he will assist Obama to the best of his abilities … and I believe that maybe we can achieve some great things as a nation and I haven’t felt that in quite a few years. It’s nice to feel that way again.
For Dash:
“getting fresh fish from someone who just caught them”
For you:
“the blue lines around jockey shorts”
For the country:
New hope
First, I DO like the blue lines around jockey shorts — especially when they are worn by JOHNNY DEPP.
Secondly, something sentimental. Since my bio Dad died my mother has become quite the fisherman. Why? She credits him … my Dad loved fishing but rarely took us. So now when she’s on the river she kinda “prays” to him and says “Charlie, give me a fish … ” and she has always caught one after saying it.
Lovely post, Becky…
Could I have p. 198, number 8 please?
Thanks, Chris. =)
And for you:
“feet sticking out of a sandpile”
I, too, was overcome with emotion when it was announced. I immediately called Nelda. We had been on the phone off and on all night with her watching returns fervently, while I watched soapnet and graded papers, even took a hot bath. I had a “I’ve done my part; what’s gonna happen is gonna happen” attitude. Chris beeped in while I was on the phone with her. We rejoiced together for a while before I went back to grading papers.
I’ve actaully had a pretty happy few days, but like you said we can never have too much, so I’ll take Page11, # 1, please.
“sponge baths”
(That just gave me a Seinfeld moment.)
Oh my! Do I get to pick who gives it to me?
Hey, it’s YOUR happiness–of course!
page 47, number 7 please.
One of my patients didn’t care what was on TV last night, so I had CNN on, keeping track of how things were going. I loved the moment when Obama appeared on the stage in Chicago with his family.
I can’t imagine how it must have felt to be there in Chicago at such an historic moment. Gives me goosebumps!
From the book:
“falling in love with an old friend”
I’m dying to know what’s on page 11, number 4. 🙂
Die no more, because the book says:
“hearing your children praised by others”
(And if you think of your stories as children…)
Can I please have page 414, no 12?
Of course–and here’s one I can appreciate!
“dust motes floating through shafts of sun streaming into a room”
I love it! And I have quite a few to watch…
If you run out, I can always send you some!
Page 490,#12.
Rick, OH
“lizards scooting”