Month: September 2002

I’m going to try to remember to make my site more unusable. No wait, that’s bad, right? Sorry Jakob, don’t have the 10k, and I actually think I can handle it myself.

p.s. Why did I just now notice that today is Friday the 13th? Why was I not given a heads up on this?

Should I give in to the toys and papers, books and “stuff” and stop trying to keep things tidy? If I give in to it and accept it as our decor, maybe it will make it easier to look for a clean spot to walk on the floor.

*sigh*

At Yahoo

3025 victims…that’s the official tally, but really, how many thousands, millions, are really victims? All of us, to some extent.

I had a job interview in Boston, stressful enough a situation that I was more focussed on myself than the fact that I was heading into a major US city on the first anniversary of 9/11. Well, that only lasted until some of the roads I wanted to take were closed down for various ceremonies. The directions I was using had me driving by the State House. That road was closed. I don’t drive in Boston, and don’t know what made me choose to do so today. It was a lovely morning, and I just thought it would be a good thing to do. It was and it wasn’t. I got lost, and the traffic problems caused me to be late. Luckily the woman I interviewed with was just wonderful and understanding. She actually talked me through part of the re-routing to find a different way to get to their office.

But along the way I passed a couple of ceremonies, which allowed me to feel I was a part of something, even if I was alone in my car. During the first moment of silence, I was in Concord MA, which is a place I always equate with the birth of the U.S., and freedom. There were cars pulled over to the side of the road on both sides of route 2. That impressed me. The woman in front of me stuck a flag out the window at that moment. Cool. I like people. In downtown Boston I passed a ceremony across the Street from the library. They had the word Peace written on large signs in multiple languages. It looked like a good place to be, to remember.

I wonder what it was like at Logan airport today…how the employees are holding up. In their hearts, they are wondering if there was anything they could have done to prevent those planes from leaving the ground, if there was a way they could have stopped it from happening. I suppose if there had been a way, they would have, but who knows. It’s just hard knowing the planes came from Boston.

I’m home now, catching up on some work. The wind kicked up and it’s angry, tossing my deck furniture all over the place. Maybe I’ll go out and kick a chair over too. Maybe it will be a good release.

I just haven’t been using my school supplies as much as I thought I would when I bought them. Maybe I just didn’t need a Trapper Keeper at my age. Oh, alright, I didn’t buy a Trapper Keeper. Do they even make them any more? Remember how cool you felt when you were in 9th grade, lugging one of those babies around? I remember. I just don’t remember using it for anything. That might have been because I never did any homework. I don’t ever recall sitting at the kitchen table, tapping a pencil against my forehead, trying to answer math problems. How exactly did I get through high school?

Day 3 of 90+ temps. Didn’t want to go all the way back to the beach today. I’m doing laundry, and Junior and I are going to go up to the top of Mount Wachusett and look at things with our binoculars. After we borrow them from my dad.