Although I think it would have been pretty miserable for my boys to attend the inauguration last week, I am a teeny bit disappointed that we only watched this historic event on television. From all accounts from friends that went, it was an amazing and uplifting experience to be there. Even watching ten miles away on the couch, I could sense the spirit of unity. And how often do you hear about that many people gathering together without incident? The worst thing that occurred was that a few children were temporarily separated from their parents–a testament to the planning and security of the event, but also indicative of a changed spirit in our beloved nation.
A couple of weeks ago I wore pajama shorts to bed. When I got up in the morning, my son Will was amazed. He was just staring at my legs in utter disbelief.
I love the fresh start, the clean slate, the limitless possibilities that a new year brings. I’ve made my list of resolutions and set some goals for 2009. But I have a bit of a problem. Do you remember that classic SNL skit where Martin Short and Harry Shearer are synchronized swimmers? (click here if you haven’t seen it) They are discussing the uphill battle that lies ahead of them, and then a deranged-looking Short says, “I’m not that strong a swimmer.” That’s how I feel about setting goals and making resolutions, you see, I’m not that strong a time-manager.