September 11
Good morning, gentle reader,
Well, yesterday was September 11, and I was going to post something yesterday, but didn't.
So, I thought I'd scribble some stuff down here. Obviously, there are much better expressions out there about yesterday, and the year before, but I'd thought I'd see what comes up for me.
Well, honestly, when the morning came around, I couldn't deal with it. I didn't want to hear about it yet. My alarm clock went off and the radio disc jockey was interviewing a very young girl (between 5 and 8), and it was along the lines of "I wish bad men didn't crash planes" stuff, which I thought was unnecessary.
Then I turned on the radio right smack dab in the middle of the moment of silence on the way to work. Freaked me out for a moment.
I spent most of the day avoiding the image of the flag. Not because I'm not patriotic or because of anything but the fact seems to be the symbol that all my grief is focused on, and looking at it, was hard. So, like I told my friend Christie, like a sensible addict, I avoided it. *grin*
Later in the day, I was able to deal with it better, and read some stuff about what was going on around the world. The thing that brought me to tears was a picture of a British man covering his eyes with his hands and crying. Strange what will release one's emotions.
I heard last night on public radio that an artist and a truck driver were getting married at the Shanksville site where Flight 93 went down. The artist had made the 25' angels that grace all three crash sites. They had fallen in love when the two of them were tranporting the angeles to the various locations. Very romantic.
I also heard from a radio disc jockey how her nephew was born just a few hours before the planes hit the WTC, and today was his one year birthday.
It's the little things like the above that remind me that life is SO powerful, and sometimes the little things can make up for the huge terrible things.
Bush wants to attack Iraq, and tells us that Iraq is close to having a nuclear weapon. Iraq having a nuclear weapon scares me, but I'm still hesitant about attacking Iraq. Of course, I don't have as much information as a lot of folks. It's a frustrating issue no matter how you look at it.
I just realized I don't have an answer to Iraq. I'll mull it over some more.
Sheesh, well, THAT was singularly boring. LOL.
Light and Laughter,
Travis
Well, yesterday was September 11, and I was going to post something yesterday, but didn't.
So, I thought I'd scribble some stuff down here. Obviously, there are much better expressions out there about yesterday, and the year before, but I'd thought I'd see what comes up for me.
Well, honestly, when the morning came around, I couldn't deal with it. I didn't want to hear about it yet. My alarm clock went off and the radio disc jockey was interviewing a very young girl (between 5 and 8), and it was along the lines of "I wish bad men didn't crash planes" stuff, which I thought was unnecessary.
Then I turned on the radio right smack dab in the middle of the moment of silence on the way to work. Freaked me out for a moment.
I spent most of the day avoiding the image of the flag. Not because I'm not patriotic or because of anything but the fact seems to be the symbol that all my grief is focused on, and looking at it, was hard. So, like I told my friend Christie, like a sensible addict, I avoided it. *grin*
Later in the day, I was able to deal with it better, and read some stuff about what was going on around the world. The thing that brought me to tears was a picture of a British man covering his eyes with his hands and crying. Strange what will release one's emotions.
I heard last night on public radio that an artist and a truck driver were getting married at the Shanksville site where Flight 93 went down. The artist had made the 25' angels that grace all three crash sites. They had fallen in love when the two of them were tranporting the angeles to the various locations. Very romantic.
I also heard from a radio disc jockey how her nephew was born just a few hours before the planes hit the WTC, and today was his one year birthday.
It's the little things like the above that remind me that life is SO powerful, and sometimes the little things can make up for the huge terrible things.
Bush wants to attack Iraq, and tells us that Iraq is close to having a nuclear weapon. Iraq having a nuclear weapon scares me, but I'm still hesitant about attacking Iraq. Of course, I don't have as much information as a lot of folks. It's a frustrating issue no matter how you look at it.
I just realized I don't have an answer to Iraq. I'll mull it over some more.
Sheesh, well, THAT was singularly boring. LOL.
Light and Laughter,
Travis