Twice in a day

You can blame this rare twice-in-a-day blogging on the convergance of a movie that’s keeping Princess occupied post-dinner, and a second glass of wine.  As well as my current funky-funk mood.

I called big sis about 3 hours ago to do idle sis chit-chat, and found out that, overwhelming any scrap of sense I ever credited him with, her husband has convinced her to load the six kids in the car and go to Fort Morgan, AL for a Labor Day weekend.

Never mind the hurricane currently bearing down on the Gulf Coast, and the nightmare the roads can easily become if they evacuate surrounding areas.  Never mind the fact that the surf will likely be too rough for sensical people to entertain the notion of letting their children go near it.  And did I mention that they could end up getting stuck there through the first half of next week, and the kids could end up missing school (because back in their drier home 5 hours away, school will NOT be on a Hurricane Holiday.)

If Sis were at all looking forward to this weekend I’d say hey, at least they’re gonna get to have fun with the family peeps, but she’s the biggest storm-a-phobe I know, and I know she’s not having any fun.  I’d offer to pray for her, but the last time I did that, it didn’t work out so well for several hundred thousand people.  Coincidence, I’m sure, but I”m not chancing it again – esp not against the power of 100 mph winds.
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POLITICAL RAMBLING AHEAD – please feel free to stop reading now if you’d rather not hear me spew
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I am hopeful, so very hopeful, that this country is ready for a change.  Last night, watching Obama’s speach, I felt a flash of the sort of optimism I haven’t felt since 2004.  Both 2000 and 2004 I had quiet but emotional investment in the elections, and after 2004 especially I actually felt such a maelstrom of emotions : anger, hurt, dissapointed, and occasionally the brush of despair that so many people – approx half the US voting population, evidently, although it remains open to debate whether it was slightly more or less than half – could continue to support our path into darkness and wrong doing.  I realized sometime after this year’s Florida primary (which I wasn’t eligible to vote in as a registered Independent) that if ever a time had come to believe, maybe this was the time. 

This week, listening to Obama, I began to really accept that change is possible. 

And if it isn’t, I’m going to at least try to enjoy 9 weeks of optimism before I have to face four years of darkness that I know will follow if change does not come.
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Bedtime for Princess, and then a dirty kitchen awaits me.  And half a bottle of Chianti, and a long night of refreshing Weather Underground.