An unexceptional weekend. Eric is a being a trouper, but he's a trouper who's in a lot of pain with one functioning hand. I helped him out as much as he would let me. I also did a lot of work in the yard, but none of it is visually interesting. Just a bunch of trimming, turning, and shoring so we can maybe have photogenic things out there later.
Some friends came over last night to keep Eric company, and we ended up watching the We Are One inauguration special on HBO so JLowe could see Stevie Wonder. I suppose it was what you would call a well-done, classy affair, but somehow people like Samuel L. Jackson and George Lopez are just not that inspiring, no matter how soaring the phrases on the teleprompters. The only truly notable thing about it was how strange middle-aged men like Tom Hanks and John Cougar Mellencamp look with craggy, age-appropriate jowels and unlined, Botoxed foreheads, especially when they appear one after the other.
Also, I thought it was interesting that there was only one performer that every one of my friends hated. I defended James Taylor, Kristy defended Garth Brooks, several people copped to liking that one Sheryl Crow song. But Bono, everyone agreed, is a giant self-aggrandizing tool. That made me happy because I got to tell one of my favorite jokes ever: Q: What's the difference between God and Bono? A: God doesn't think he's Bono. I wish the inauguration committee had invited me to perform. I would have brought the house down and helped to usher in a new era of uplifting rhetoric and true democracy.