Inaugural, Part 1
After a night of hard bargaining with my parents, I was finally allowed to stay home, albeit with a literal laundry list of chores. Rather than my usual plan - do nothing for a few hours, then do everything in the last thirty minutes before a parent arrives home - I bustled around early before I sat down to compose this, a short reflection. Even I was surprised by my industriousness, but verily I say unto thee: I'll be damned if any house chore keeps me from watching history, a day that, for the first time, I helped create.
Today was one of the few where my mother, who is usually TV-phobic, allowed me to keep CNN on while I fixed breakfast. Once she left to go teach, I finished up and ran around, generally cleaning and washing. As I like to do, I sang a few songs to pass the time and inane filler that they're putting on CNN, but strangely, I was only in the mood to sing dirges- 'Fire and Rain' and 'He Was My Brother'. I don't know why, but that's what I felt like singing. (I sing along to pretty much everything. I know, I'm crazy.) Maybe I'll be in the mood for patriotic and happier songs after Barack Obama has taken the Oath of Office.
I must admit that, despite my political junkie-hood, I have never watched an entire inauguration, seeing as how I didn't want to watch the past two, and was too young to understand what was going on during Bill Clinton's two inaugs. CNN's providing pretty god coverage, I must say; I'm loving these shots of the Mall, packed with people When I first saw the Mall, around 6:45, the sun as just coming up over the Capitol building, I gasped. I had just been to the Federal City (Ooh, lookit me, using District terminology! Aren't I special?) in October for my 18th birthday, and I remembered walking the length and breadth of the Mall, thinking how expansive it was. Now it looks so tiny.
Well, I'm going to get back to my viewing.