I was teary first thing this morning at the House of Health, not because my muscles were burning but from the visuals of waiting and watching for Barak and Michelle Obama to get into their car to go to church for prayer and reflection prior to taking the mantle of responsibility and power in this new job. It struck me as remarkable--a quiet waiting time, a time we have experienced with family and self, of waiting for the bride. Waiting for her moment before she goes to the church to make vows--leaving her old life , and contracting with her partner to make a new life..joining forces, joining families, joining with her beloved. Obama is our bride. Obama has married us--and has taken on new forces, new families and is forging his own future with ours. His gravitas and sobriety in his demeanor and speech is steadying and affirming. I love it that Obama has had dinners with his former foes (that with John McCain), that he is attempting to bridge and bring some maturing and new life into this role. It is a new day to see GW Bush get on the plane and go back to Texas and Dick Cheney get wheeled out of town. We need this change. We need a focus and positive motion around our lives as Americans that speaks to personal responsibilty, to service to the common good. Now the work begins.

Frosty here. Beginning to engage in how to fix the Luckystone. Calls in to the right people. Small steps, small tactical steps.

Gig at the Rongovian Embassy tonight. There is an inaugural ball (as an aside, the Rongovian Embassy has been known for these sorts of escapades in the past):

Plans are finalized for an evening of solemnity and hilarity -- a little schizophrenic, but that's how things go in Rongovia. The band's tuning up, official visas have been produced and certified, the Chorus of Greater Rongovia has sprayed their collective uvulae with Fingerlakes Lite Toothwash and Tonsil Oil in preparation for the singing of "God Bless Rongovia," and sundry public and not-so-public officials, including Mayor Marty Petrovic, Ulysses Town Councilwoman Liz Thomas, and the Grand Poobah of Rongovia, Larry Reverby, will be offering greetings from their respective republics and duchies. If you miss the inauguration (some of us DO have jobs) there'll be nearly instant replay on the huge RONGOTRON. In an effort to maintain a semblance of order, the Royal Court has appointed Dan Burgevin Herald and Master of Ceremonies. Bring your republic's greetings.

The Rongovian Mixologist General has devised an addition to the Bastard menu -- come and toast change with a Departing Bastard. Need proof you were there? Have your photo taken with a full-sized cardboard cutout of Barack Obama.
Plans are finalized for an evening of solemnity and hilarity -- a little schizophrenic, but that's how things go in Rongovia. The band's tuning up, official visas have been produced and certified, the Chorus of Greater Rongovia has sprayed their collective uvulae with Fingerlakes Lite Toothwash and Tonsil Oil in preparation for the singing of "God Bless Rongovia," and sundry public and not-so-public officials, including Mayor Marty Petrovic, Ulysses Town Councilwoman Liz Thomas, and the Grand Poobah of Rongovia, Larry Reverby, will be offering greetings from their respective republics and duchies. If you miss the inauguration (some of us DO have jobs) there'll be nearly instant replay on the huge RONGOTRON. In an effort to maintain a semblance of order, the Royal Court has appointed Dan Burgevin Herald and Master of Ceremonies. Bring your republic's greetings.

Note: The Bastard Menu is a drink menu of punch type drinks from 14850 dining:"I highly recommend the series of bastard drinks, properly consumed in order... the suffering bastard, dying bastard, and dead bastard. These insidious libations have a little bite, a little sweetness, and a little fruitiness, and each drink in the series adds one more ingredient." To think there is now a new drink, the Departing Bastard. Cin Cin to that!