A NEW PRESIDENT

Today is January 20, 2009 and we have a new president.  I watched all the pomp and circumstance: the swearing-in, the speech, which was excellent. I  hope his years in office go as well. 

Then there was the entertainment, the closing and the departing of President and Mrs. Bush.  Bush looked like a tired old man, perhaps a tired old politician is a better description.  Eight years at the helm of this country takes it out of a man no matter what kind of job he does or doesn’t do.   I wonder in ten years what the history books will say about him and his war.   Will he remain wrong as the world claims, or will he be right?   And I wonder what the next eight years will do to  this young, dynamic president?  We’ll just have to wait and see what Obama will bring not only to the presidency, but  to the country as well.

Ken slept till after 10:00  and missed what was important, but then I doubt  he  understands much of anything  anymore.   While he was eating breakfast, I asked him to watch the television and check out our new president.  “Is that our new president?” he questioned.  “Yes, it is,” I answered, wondering if he noticed that President Obama is African-American.  “What country did he come from?” was the second question.  I suppose with that he did notice there was something different, but he didn’t know what.  He made no further comment, nor did he ask any other questions.

I wanted him to be interested in this historical event — to notice — to listen — to see the parade and watch the Obamas as they walked down Pennsylvania Ave.  But he didn’t.   He paid no further attention.  The transition of power for our country was meaningless to him even though he spent the remainder of the afternoon watching it briefly then wandered around the house before taking time for a nap.

He cat naps most of the day, but around 5:00 he seems to suddenly be wide awake slipping into the personality of either Buddy or Mr. Hyde and is in charge of everything — his office, his papers, his kitchen, his stove, his refrigerator — his house.   I detest the person he becomes and as soon a I can sidestep him I’m off to the office with a locked door.  After about an hour I can go back into the kitchen and cook dinner.  He is still not Ken, but he is hungry enough to behave, allowing me to do what needs to be done.  

The nation continues with its celebration from coast to coast: dinners, parties and inaugural balls  lasting into the wee, small hours of the morning.  For Ken and  thousands of others suffering from Alzheimer’s it’s just another day, but for happy, optimistic citizens and doubtful, skeptical citizens it’s a new day in history: Inauguration Day 2009.

Originally posted 2009-01-21 05:44:44.

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