Welcome to my airboot. You see what I do is pump up that white ball on top and it gets all comfy and cushiony.
Okay, it's not the most fascinating visual. Maybe instead of a boot I should post a picture of my booty caller. (He's got a bathing suit shot on facebook). I'll think about it.
Meanwhile, my mother's best friend, with whom I have a correspondence for years (she's a retired Professor in England) wrote me about Obama:
Rejoice, Rejoice! A county full of WASPS who can choose a Catholic President then a Black President in one generatoin is surely a living organism which demonstrates political flair, the ability to adapt which is the key to survival. As one paper said: "Welcome Back America." It's true, some of us felt we had lost you! Poor old Europe stinks with its reactivated mummies of Berlusconi & Mitterands. And last but not least, ca va faire raler les racistes de tout poil! [It's going to drive the racists crazy!]
It's funny how even those of us who are very attached to a view that we are citizens of the world way before we are citizen of a specific country can still not avoid the whiff of association. Though I was the same person on November 4 as on November 5th, I am walking a little taller since then, there is a spring in my step, and by January 20th I will be skipping. If aliens land and say "Take me to your leader," I can extend my arm and proudly respond: "Right this way."
Today is my mother's 83rd birthday. My sister's getting her an MP3 player so she can download podcasts, as she finds reading of all kind increasingly hard on her eyes.
I am writing a least a page a day on the novella. It's good stuff.
MCO 2008
P.S. How about those "Christian" churches claiming we have elected a Muslim President and offended God? Putting aside the bankruptcy of the charge itself, what an impoverished view of a God who prefers some of his children over others.
