They are what they are. Sometimes it is better to be in shadow, sometimes in the light.
Today, there were to be 1,000 artists at the inauguration. I saw a few of them on this weekend’s walkabout, and studied for a morning with a dancer and movement artist who was participating (David Lakein; contact improvisation workshop at Dance Exchange). The class was thought-provoking and suitable for the weekend honoring the inauguration. On the morning of the inauguration, we, after not having made any attempt to get tickets of whatever sort, ended up being invited in to the Koshland Science Museum for free hot chocolate and a comfortable place to view it on a big screen. Not quite the power of being huddled against the cold with hundreds of thousands of other people on the Mall, but still, not too shabby for a completely impromptu way to share the event with others.
Is the penny for a dream tax? Really, I am thrilled by the rain. It will make the spring-like sunny days coming that much sweeter, and gardening this weekend that much more delightful. Seeds are sprouting. I took the tropicals out on Sunday so they could catch the storm. They are soaking it up.
