Face the shore and step out boldly
It may be a popular index of the low bar of our country that I woke with a jolt at noon and realized no one had called to tell me that anything dreadful had occurred pre-inauguration and then fell back asleep until one o'clock when no one had called to tell me that anything dreadful had occurred post-inauguration either and now I am catching up on all the meaningful real and ritual gestures that I missed while finally in a post-Arisia state of collapse. I know there is a plague still raging, I know white supremacy has not been hurled forever out of time, but I am glad of the safety and the beauty of the ceremony. I am glad of the inaugural poet. I am glad of the diversity of an administration that does not aspire to kill me.
selkie sent me "God Bless America" af Yidish courtesy of the Folksbiene. May the day set the tone for the future. I have been having a lot of conversations about tikkun olam.

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Mir zaynen do.
*hugs*
That's a four-story house with three contiguous wings. We're gonna need... approximately seventy boxes of kosher salt.
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(Our kid used to be, like, bland-blasé familiar with being there. I think they went 6 times and once in utero. Reclaiming access to the People's House is going to be awesome.)
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I must have been inside the White House when my eighth grade class took our field trip to D.C., but primarily I remember the Library of Congress and the Smithsonian. Please don't even hurt yourself trying to look shocked. I look forward to visiting our halls of government with your child who will probably be mortified that I am not blasé.
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I can do that. I have walked the National Mall and all that jazz.
There's a sittable-on Fala the Dog at the FDR.
I climbed on Uncle Beazley at the National Museum of Natural History!