Yesterday morning I went on a trail run with Cherry Berry. Foolishly, I took her off the leash and she ran through the brush, jumped into the river and got stuck on the muddy bank because it was too steep to climb. I had to go after her, and that involved climbing down the five-foot bank, which was covered in spider webs and littered with snake skins – all my favorite things. I waded out into the river, grabbed her and carried the 35-pound wet and wiggly dog up the bank, through the brush where a bee promptly stung me when we reached our original path. A really fun game for Cherry, very annoying for me.
This made me late for my car appointment, so instead of going home to change I went straight to the auto shop for my repair – and I looked awful and smelled like a sewer. Also, I noticed, as I was sitting in the waiting room while people were staring at me, that my arms were starting to itch. And I’m pretty sure by tomorrow I will have poison ivy scattered all over my body.
But I don’t care about any of that because I am still elated that Obama will be president in a few short months. For the first time in a long time, I will be proud to be an American, because soon the leader of our country will not be Asshole of the Universe George W. Bush, but a leader who acts with morals and responsibility, a leader who understands what is needed to repair and unify the people of our country. There is no instant fix, the task ahead is brutal, and it’s going to take a long time, and I’m willing to do my part – but I believe the entire world can now breathe a little hope. And I’m so happy I still keep crying.
Okay, I’m done now. We won. Now I’m going to go hide before the rest of Texas can beat me up.