Sweet Nothings

I broke from my strawberry pie routine this morning and had apple butter on toast, instead. Change is, indeed, in the air. Apple-flavored goo on carbs is totally different than strawberry-flavored goo on carbs.

Last night was special, if quiet. My little corner of the world right now is not so happy about the outcome of the election. My grandmother called my parents to tell them she was unimpressed with me this morning. And other family members began the fear-mongering last night. But you know what? There’s always something to be afraid of. In the meantime, I really think Obama stands for progress, and represents a younger generation for whom race is an afterthought. I believe Obama was elected for his policies and platform and not really much else. If he can run his cabinet half as well as he ran his campaign, we should be in quite capable hands.

I find a lot of similarities between Barak Obama and John F. Kennedy. It seems there are a lot of people in my generation who are excited about Obama the same way my parents’ generation was excited about Kennedy. They were both young, come across as well-educated and articulate, and yet still seem to have an eye for what the nation needs and wants. And they both expressed a lot of optimism about what our country is capable of.

And to me, “So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves, but each other,” is not such a far cry from, “ask not what your country can do for you—ask what you can do for your country.”

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Now it’s back to work. And contemplating strawberry pie for lunch. The world seems just a little sweeter, today.