Inauguration Day, 2009
I'd intended to fly our flag through the end of the week, in honor of President Obama. But I came home from work yesterday to find the top ring that holds the flag in place had broken. Our flag was flying upside down, which I believe is the international symbol for distress. Truth be told, our flag should always be flown that way.
So, I tried tying the top of the flag onto the pole. Patting myself on the back for my resourcefulness, I went out to run an errand. Pulling back into the driveway, my son said, "Umm. Mom? Our flag is flying at half mast."
I wonder what the neighbors must think of us. First, the flag was flying nobly, flapping in the breeze. Then it was upside down. Then it was at half mast. I can only imagine they're thinking, "Would you make up your mind, already?"