I Want to Be Sedated!

While my daughter and I attended the New York City Ballet's The Nutcracker last night at Lincoln Center, I missed the inspiration of the season: 60 Minutes of Barack Obama's rise from an obscure Illinois State Senator to President-Elect of the United States of America.

I adore The Nutcracker, although I must say that I had to take a hiatus for several years when my daughter reached those creepy mid-tween years. My friend Nicky helped me out and took her for two years. But this year, my daughter and I went together, got great seats last minute, and surrounded by little princesses in their velvet smocks, accompanied by their mothers with admirable bodies, we enjoyed George Balanchine's first choreographed full length ballet, danced, of course, to Peter Ilyitch Tschaikovsky's score.

It's over the top, but at the last scene, I cried, as I always do. The ballet is thrilling.

What we missed, however, was the 60 Minutes show about Obama. This afternoon an old friend called to wish me a happy New Year.

"A new year, a new war," I moaned as I surfed through the newest headlines about Gaza.

"I'm sending you a link. Watch it!"

And I did with my husband this evening while he made dinner. It worked. I feel much more optimistic again. With Obama on vacation in Hawai'i, I had lost confidence that we could ever find our way through the morass.

So I want to share it with you, too, click here for the link.