Good lord, hard to believe it's been almost a year. Maybe I'll eventually get into this blogging thing -- especially if I can ever get photos downloaded from my digital camera. (Pathetic, I know.)
And whadda year.
The last year, praise the lord, of the proof of HL Mencken's 1920 prediction: "On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."
The year my impeccably badly-timed decision to flip investment houses in '06-'07 came home to roost financially. But also the year my wise and accomplished darling accepted an invitation to speak at a conference in Athens, Greece and took me along (pix at MSN PhotoShare but my links aren't working -- will insert later).
The year of our girls blossoming into adolescence while retaining such girlhood habits as, as Leonard Pitts put it so aptly,"that landfill down the hall you call a bedroom." Wow, what a trip to see their adult-ish selves peeking out now and then. Can't imagine life without the fun and fatigue of their outrageous presence.
The year of Obama. Yes, I did support Hillary. I thought Obama should take a term or two as VP learning on the job exactly what he would face to "change" the system. Then I thought Hillary should be VP because she'd be a good Prez and because I fear so desperately for his safety. (I want him in the White House or in a Prezmobile, permanently, for the next 8 years.)
But I am absolutely awed at the immense tide of populism (its grass-roots meaning) that swept him into office. I was stunned at the world-wide outpouring of joy at his election. Never seen anything like it; don't think anything like it ever happened. It makes me happy to have a leader in place with such intelligence, let alone such trans-national appeal. He literally is the physical embodiment of the American ideal, a biracial Horatio Alger (boy, doesn't that reference date me).
And that's what worries me, aside from his safety from crazies. So much is riding on his success, so many people world-wide have a stake in it. As Barbara Crofton wisely said one of her "Almost Daily eMo" emails(http://www.geraniumfarm.org/):
"Calm down. The New Testament figure of the bridegroom is Christ. It's not our president-elect.
"Still, even those who did not support Barack Obama recognize what this week's election says about how far our society has come, and the people who supported him are giddy with happiness. Everything is possible now, it seems. Change has come.
"But change doesn't really come overnight. The first-century world was not visibly different the day after the resurrection from what it had been the day before. It was the same hard place it had always been. The Way opened gradually, as way always opens: one person at a time. One heart at a time. A series of small decisions for the good, made by many people many times over. They add up."
The difference now is, having a leader to actually encourage that kind of transformation.
So, we live in hope -- hope that landfills will become neat rooms; hope that our daughters' good hearts and good minds will support them through a life full of challenges; hope that, one step at a time (and please God, a quantum leap or two) the world really will become a better place ... just in the nick of time.
A happy holiday season and wonderful New Year to you all.