A Great Weight Lifted

I was afraid that something would happen on Inauguration Day, a sniper, a bomb, whatever the insurrectionists could manage.  It was such a relief when the inauguration happened and did so smoothly.  I enjoyed the whole things. The only time I previously watch much of an inauguration was when Obama came in.  I had intended to get a lot of work done, but I sure didn’t.  I was glued to the set until I had to make supper.  Then we watched CNN until the music started.  I found the music during the inauguration fine – Lady Gaga has real pipes and Amazing Grace always moves me. I was moved to tears several times.  That surprised hard old me.  But it’s such a pleasure to have a president who can utter complete sentences, knows what words mean, actually wants to work at the job and is compassionate and cares about others than himself or his immediate family. I vastly preferred the music and workers instead of an elite ball.

I thought the Boss started off the music powerfully and with a very well-chosen song.  I enjoyed everybody, although I thought the Foo Fighters were probably the weakest, though I usually liked them.  I had never heard of Ant before and again, what a magnificent voice he has.  I am curious about him now.  Plan to look him up online.  And the fireworks – something we never got to see on New Year’s Eve this year – were magnificent. 

I’m pleased with a lot of the executive orders.  I just hope he can get what is desperately needed through the Senate.  I don’t trust that McConnell has turned over any new leaves – he will do what he can to sabotage Biden. He will delay and pressure and add stupid amendments.

We had lobsters and Champagne to celebrate along with our own style of succotash.  Last night we hosted Karen and her son Tony, chef of Terra Luna in North Truro.  They brought the main dish, which I hadn’t expected till two days before.  Ziti with meatballs.  I had to re-plan the meal around it.  But we were all in a happy mood.

Woody is slowly, very slowly, redoing his room.  He has to get rid of his enormous desk in order to install a new computerized exercise module, since his local gym closed permanently a month ago.  He has a rowing machine on the sunporch – cold, of course, but usable.  He wants something totally different to add to his exercise routine and he’s moving his office downstairs. 

I am reading THE SOUL OF AN OCTOPUS by Sy Montgomery.  It’s fascinating so far.  I only ate octopus – hectapothy – once in a stew on Crete, but never would again.  I would be like eating a dolphin or a whale. Have you noticed how in 90% of commercials, nobody is wearing a mask?  it makes me hostile to the product, showing people having a great time without social distancing and never wearing masks.  Car commercials are among the worst offenders.  Even in commercials for medicines, never are they masked.