All the good omens

(Tuesday)

The past week has been just achingly beautiful, full of gifts and surprises.
I felt a little weepy for how gorgeous this shiny, new day has been -- a perfect day to be together as a country and to step forward into change.

I smiled through tears as President, PRESIDENT, Obama talked about grit and truth: "Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true."

I laughed and didn't cry, but cringed at the high school photos my friend Amy posted to our favorite time-eating social networking site. To be honest, I'd forgotten, or maybe denied, that there was such joy in that phase of life.

I laughed and cried all at once this weekend as Baby Tau Frankensteined his first four steps; good kid -- though he's been on the verge for weeks now, he waited for both me and Dan to be in the same room to see him walk.

I whooped out loud and cried only a little at the news that you are winning. There's been some collective breath-holding going on, as you of all people can well imagine, and it felt good to just let the diaphragm relax a little, to breathe deep and steady, and to feel OK.

Friend, this is obviously the week you should buy a lottery ticket. Sending love and peace.
bobbie