Sore but happy...
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liralen... tired, too. Grumpy at Y!Gallery, but getting better...
Saw the inauguration yesterday and cried through a bunch of it, but, man, I loved the speech and the benediction (LOVE that old language that was also entirely inclusive). Was grumpy at the opening blessing. Growl. But... the speech... I was painting while he was speaking and I had to be careful not to let the tears drop on the paper.
Was sore from the Martin Luther King Jr. Day Marade the day before...
Bonnie, Tonya, John, and I went with Jet, Tanner, Macy, Orion, Ivy, and Sage. Six little kids, two blond, four Asiany, with the four of us parents. We went to the three mile long marade route, parked in the midst of it, and John went to the end point, and then jog-walked back to us.
We'd found a corner with a drum group set up, eight folks with the open bottom drums setting up a beat as everyone and anyone wandered up and down Colfax, some in search of the beginning, some just wandering by, and some were like an 81-year-old gentleman in a purple Zoot Suit who said, "I'm too old to walk, but I like standin' here juuuuuust fine."
The speechifying and stuff happened at 10 a.m.. The parade reached us at about 10:45. And it was headed up with a pickup from the Stock show, and then followed by a high school drill team and marching band. The drums synched up with the marching band drums, and the kids were so well-trained or perhaps aware of their position, they didn't even flick an eyelash as suddenly their beat doubled in strength.
The two pools of Armed Forces folks that followed left my throat tight with tears. They were huge and filled with all kinds and cuts of uniforms.
After that was the Teamsters' Semi truck running alongside the beginning of the throngs of colored folk that just walked along. We quietly joined into the stream of people. It was mostly black. With the few pale faces of Asians, whites, and others, mixed or not, that all joined in as allies. But it was funny to be the nut in the brownie when I'm so used to being in the raisin in the rice pudding.
I'll admit that I've never seen so many non-whites together, ever, in Denver, of any ilk. I'm used to sticking out, and we still stuck out, both as a mixed couple (thought I saw three others) and as Asian (I only saw two others). But Tonya, who is Norwegian blond stuck out beautifully, and made it very, very easy to catch up with our little group when I ran to various points and took pictures.
Helicopters flew over every few minutes. Camera crews ran around with their giant cameras and people with microphones. There were people on rooftops trying to get pictures from above. It was amazing to watch.
But mostly it was amazing to just be in the middle of it all, just... a part of the stream, with all the singing and talking and conversations around us, and just kind of in the middle of it all. I felt as out of place in the midst of it, in my own way, as I did in the middle of Boulder, but was happy to be tolerated. It worked out, the kids were amazed to be in it and a part of it and at the end of the parade, I pulled Jet out, put him on my shoulders and heard him say, "Wow... look at all of us!"
Yeah... click on the picture, look at the original if you can...
The estimates were everywhere from 20,000 to 40,000, last year there were 20,000. Some folks say there were 30,000. I can't tell beyond A Whole Lotta People. It's supposed to be the second biggest marade in the nation. Both a parade and a march of the people that simply want to be a part of it all.
My right knee was giving out and my feet hurt, but then we all went to H-Mart, and wandered about and bought good, tasty stuff. *laughs*
Then yesterday was the inauguration and remembering the parade, and all the exclamations of hope and amazement and wonder and the friendliness of everyone that was there. Now it's easier than it used to be. But it's still not done.
I was going to write yesterday, but rule changes on Y!Gallery kind of kicked that out the window. Today I'm mounting all the paintings (yeah more pictures then), and I did manage to edit most of the edits, and have to contemplate the ending a bit more. Giving it more time, I'm hoping the writing gets better rather than overwrought. We'll see. *laughs*
Saw the inauguration yesterday and cried through a bunch of it, but, man, I loved the speech and the benediction (LOVE that old language that was also entirely inclusive). Was grumpy at the opening blessing. Growl. But... the speech... I was painting while he was speaking and I had to be careful not to let the tears drop on the paper.
Was sore from the Martin Luther King Jr. Day Marade the day before...
Bonnie, Tonya, John, and I went with Jet, Tanner, Macy, Orion, Ivy, and Sage. Six little kids, two blond, four Asiany, with the four of us parents. We went to the three mile long marade route, parked in the midst of it, and John went to the end point, and then jog-walked back to us.
We'd found a corner with a drum group set up, eight folks with the open bottom drums setting up a beat as everyone and anyone wandered up and down Colfax, some in search of the beginning, some just wandering by, and some were like an 81-year-old gentleman in a purple Zoot Suit who said, "I'm too old to walk, but I like standin' here juuuuuust fine."
The speechifying and stuff happened at 10 a.m.. The parade reached us at about 10:45. And it was headed up with a pickup from the Stock show, and then followed by a high school drill team and marching band. The drums synched up with the marching band drums, and the kids were so well-trained or perhaps aware of their position, they didn't even flick an eyelash as suddenly their beat doubled in strength.
The two pools of Armed Forces folks that followed left my throat tight with tears. They were huge and filled with all kinds and cuts of uniforms.
After that was the Teamsters' Semi truck running alongside the beginning of the throngs of colored folk that just walked along. We quietly joined into the stream of people. It was mostly black. With the few pale faces of Asians, whites, and others, mixed or not, that all joined in as allies. But it was funny to be the nut in the brownie when I'm so used to being in the raisin in the rice pudding.
I'll admit that I've never seen so many non-whites together, ever, in Denver, of any ilk. I'm used to sticking out, and we still stuck out, both as a mixed couple (thought I saw three others) and as Asian (I only saw two others). But Tonya, who is Norwegian blond stuck out beautifully, and made it very, very easy to catch up with our little group when I ran to various points and took pictures.
Helicopters flew over every few minutes. Camera crews ran around with their giant cameras and people with microphones. There were people on rooftops trying to get pictures from above. It was amazing to watch.
But mostly it was amazing to just be in the middle of it all, just... a part of the stream, with all the singing and talking and conversations around us, and just kind of in the middle of it all. I felt as out of place in the midst of it, in my own way, as I did in the middle of Boulder, but was happy to be tolerated. It worked out, the kids were amazed to be in it and a part of it and at the end of the parade, I pulled Jet out, put him on my shoulders and heard him say, "Wow... look at all of us!"
Yeah... click on the picture, look at the original if you can...
The estimates were everywhere from 20,000 to 40,000, last year there were 20,000. Some folks say there were 30,000. I can't tell beyond A Whole Lotta People. It's supposed to be the second biggest marade in the nation. Both a parade and a march of the people that simply want to be a part of it all.
My right knee was giving out and my feet hurt, but then we all went to H-Mart, and wandered about and bought good, tasty stuff. *laughs*
Then yesterday was the inauguration and remembering the parade, and all the exclamations of hope and amazement and wonder and the friendliness of everyone that was there. Now it's easier than it used to be. But it's still not done.
I was going to write yesterday, but rule changes on Y!Gallery kind of kicked that out the window. Today I'm mounting all the paintings (yeah more pictures then), and I did manage to edit most of the edits, and have to contemplate the ending a bit more. Giving it more time, I'm hoping the writing gets better rather than overwrought. We'll see. *laughs*
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Date: 2009-01-21 11:50 pm (UTC)Are you trying to tell me those pictures were the day before yesterday in Denver?!?!?! I thought it was winter. O_O You get winter don't you? You mentioned snow...
You would not stand out one bit in my neighbourhood. lol I stand out.
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Date: 2009-01-22 12:22 am (UTC)It was 65°F here.. that's... 18° C. *laughs* It's supposed to be winter, but not for this week... *laughs* It's Denver... we have a really solar climate and when the north cold doesn't actively come down, and the sun is shining, even in the winter we get this kind of weather.
We average 40F/4C, but actually bounce between 60 and 20/-6C... *grins* A day or two of 60 is okay and we then get slapped with the next snow storm to remind us, but a week of this and everyone and the trees start to think it's Spring.
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Date: 2009-01-22 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-22 08:05 pm (UTC)We just have wussy weather that all the Canadian geese enjoy by the flockful. There are *thousands* of those birds around here now. *laughs*
Hee. Yeah... coat sleeves and windbreakers... not winter at all. *laughs*