Ohhhhhbama

Thank god. We all need this so badly. The world NEEDS this SO BADLY. An African American. An intelligent, thoughtful, charismatic, captivating, elegant organizer. A loving dad and seemingly sweet husband. A voice for peace, dialogue, moderation, global cooperation, international law, alternative energy, health care, human rights, diplomacy, economic fairness, integrity, and “hope”.

What a mess he’s inherited today. He’s a smoker. Though I hope he quits someday, now is probably not the time.

What can he really do??? My dear adopted sister Janelle said that “until Obama does more damage than W, he is the MESSIAH.”

I agree. Even if Obama does absolutely nothing, which is beyond unlikely…even if he just sits in that Oval Office and lets the status quo roll on, his presence as an African-American in the white house brings some healing to the country and the world. Just him sitting there is radical change. Thank god.

Of course, he won’t just sit there

We gathered, potluck style, at our Community Center around a wobbly pull down screen that loosely captured the projected Democracy Now streaming of the Inauguration. With no television reception in our rural neck of the woods, we patiently waited out the internet pauses.

nonsense and such

Well, here goes one of those posts that does nothing more than guiltily chronicle headline events of this little life of mine to make up for blogging delinquency – six weeks of delinquency to be exact. All of this is to clear the air so that I can get back in the blogging saddle tomorrow.

Why the delinquency? Moving, miscarrying, merrymaking, remodeling, hosting, grieving, and visiting are to blame. But really, there is no excuse.

Here are some snapshots of the last many weeks to bring us into the present. At the end of this very important MLK birthday, on the eve of a MONUMENTAL inauguration day, the present is where I want to be.

Our first bonfire at the Briarpatch with beloveds, Violet, Amy, and Justin

Nola quickly figured out how to climb up and open the bunny cage so that she crawl inside. She loves the bunny hutch. The bunny, however, is not so keen on her intrusions.

Blase coping with an extreme santa crisis by suddenly becoming santa.

Laying floor, laying floor, laying floor. It never ends.

Assembling bunny cages as though I had all the time in the world for such diversions.

Little jammied elves making special presents for nanas, papus, manamas, poppys, aunties, and dadas.

Another nola trick..."What bunny crackers?! I don't know what you're talking about!"

smoothies are serious business around here

Oh ... and we accidentally got a new dog, Shorty. Here are Blase and Shorty, engaged in ancient inter-species bonding ritual.

Osh "helping" Blase apply more slurry to our hernia-heavy concrete countertops which are happily and finally gracing our kitchen.

Nearly one year later, here is what's left of the massive Sperm Whale that washed up on our Mattole Beach.