Mr. Bush is no longer president and no longer resides here

One sunny day in 2009 an old man approached the White House
from across Pennsylvania Avenue, where he’d been sitting on a
park bench. He spoke to the U.S. Marine standing guard and
said, ‘I would like to go in and meet with President Bush.’

The Marine looked at the man and said, ‘Sir, Mr. Bush is no longer
president and no longer resides here.’

The old man said, ‘Okay, thank you’ and walked away.

The following day, the same man approached the White House
and said to the same Marine, ‘I would like to go in and meet with
President Bush.’

The Marine again told the man, ‘Sir, as I said yesterday, Mr.
Bush is no longer president and no longer resides here.’

The man thanked him and, again, just walked away.

The third day, the same man approached the White House and
spoke to the very same U. S. Marine, saying ‘I would like to go
in and meet with President Bush.’

The Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looked at
the man and said, ‘Sir, this is the third day in a row you have
been here asking to speak to Mr. Bush. I’ve told you already
that Mr. Bush is no longer the president and no longer resides
here. Don’t you understand?’

The old man looked at the Marine and said, ‘Oh, I understand.
I just love hearing it.’

The Marine snapped to attention, saluted, and said, ‘See you
tomorrow, Sir’.

Obama is our president, and there is much rejoicing

I feel like I should have something profound to say.  I’ve been a supporter since I picked up one of his books and have grown more so as I’ve found out more and more about Obama and his family and views and campaign.

We watched the results at our friend’s house and were ready to cry together, but thankfully we didn’t have to.  After the last two presidential elections, I was pessimistic and ready to be disappointed – when Obama won I really had to do a couple of reality checks.  I’m still amazed to live in a world where we have elected Obama.

On the whole, I’m very hopeful.  As a country, we are ready for a “new deal” type of paradigm shift and we’ve elected someone capable of effecting that change in a positive and beneficial way.  I keep saying that I feel naive to be so hopeful, but I am. 

There has been a flurry of wonderful information, reflections and projections by many different people about Obama and the upcoming presidency.  Here are some great Fresh Air shows:

Mark Sawyer On Implications Of Obama’s Election – Political
scientist is an Associate Professor of African American Studies and
Political Science at UCLA and the Director of the Center for the Study
of Race, Ethnicity and Politics

The Future Of The Conservative Movement – Former
Republican Congressman Mickey Edwards argues that the conservative
movement has strayed from its founding principles. His book, Reclaiming Conservatism, offers a critique of the movement’s current incarnation — and a blueprint for its future success.

‘Obama’s Challenge': A Transformative Opportunity Robert Kuttner has reported on elections for more than 30 years. His new book, Obama’s Challenge, looks at the Herculean obstacles the president-elect faces — and what it will take to tackle them

A recent letter from my mom, about her visit and poppy

An email from my Mom who recently visited us. It’s a great recap and update on Poppy, so I’m just pasting in here:

I recommend becoming a grandmother — it’s the best! I have just returned from a week in Louisville with Alan and Anita…and Poppy, which included two Halloween parties, a wedding in Columbus, a long walk in Iroquois park to check out the fall colors, two swimming lessons for Poppy (with Anita), and progress made on Poppy’s room mural by my good friend, Joan Firster and me. Lots of walks, quality time with Poppy, and with Alan and Anita, dining out, dining in, a little gardening, and a delicious pre-Thanksgiving feast at Karen and Bryan’s, plus a tour of their amazing new back yard and brick patio.

Poppy (who was 9 months on Oct. 24, and is holding steady at 19# [60 percentile for weight] and measuring 29″ [90 percentile for height]: ) is all about mobility these days–pulling herself up to a standing position and holding on while she walks around tables, chairs, sofas, and taller toys, like her current favorite: plastic kitchen appliances (see photo). She climbs the steps without hesitation and when she gets to the top, she’s ready to go down (holding on to your two pointy fingers), and at the bottom, she can hardly wait to turn around and climb up again. I spotted her up and down one day 8 times till I had to stop!

Another fun activity that never gets old is that she likes to dance. If she’s sitting, she’ll rock back and forth on her bottom and sometimes also move her arms. If she’s standing and becomes aware of music, she will bend those knees and be-bop up and down. She’ll dance to silly songs you might sing, even if you’ve forgotten some of the words. It’s all the same to her if she can catch a beat.

Besides mom’s milk, she is eating a variety of fruits and veggies but no sugar, milk, or peanut butter that might get her into trouble. She’s got 2 teeth on the bottom and 4 on the top, and it’s remarkable what those teeth can do. She takes about 3 naps a day, plus car trip naps are extra. Her naps keep everyone on an even keel. Alan and Anita both realize they’re very lucky that Miss Poppy is such a good baby and that she’s healthy and, of course, above average.

Photos include two of Poppy in her Halloween costume: she was a Roller Derby Girl, complete with fishnet stockings. Check out the “skates” Anita made. There are also two of the family at Iroquois Park with fall color all around. Fall color in Louisville seems electric –especially the reds. Beautiful! I also reminded them how lucky they are that all those trees exhibiting fall color are on their neighbors’ lots and not theirs. I know first hand as we have lots and lots of leaves to rake every year, but without the electric colors. (would you believe brown?)

Hard to get back to life at the farmette….without the Poppy sounds, hugs and kisses, and all that Poppy energy. Sigh.

Grannie C