Today I visited my friend Rachel and her tiny new baby, Hazel. And of course we talked about breast feeding and sleep deprivation and the horror that is using a breast pump. But we also talked about our dear Prez Elect (if you are a fetishist like me, look here for great photos of the MAN). She watched the election returns from her lofty perch above the city with her hubby and her new babe. And as she looked down upon San Francisco and Golden Gate Park (her view is incredible) after Obama won, she said she imagined troops of Americans, dressed in overalls and getting to work like something out of a Social Realism mural. Maybe there would be oxen.
And the funny thing is, I have been having the same exact vision. During Obama's acceptance speech I was so desperate to do my part I would have grabbed a shovel and started to dig if only someone would have given me a project. Then, just today, I got an email from my aunt expressing her need to be of service. "I feel like volunteering for something! Teaching school in Appalachia?" she wrote.