Tuesday, September 11, 2001

I am sick to my soul

I’m in a state of shock.  America is at war… we’re not quite sure with WHOM yet, but when we are, justice should be swift and befitting the horrific nature of the acts committed against us.  I wouldn’t call myself a patriotic person, but I believe in the freedom America stands for, and as a country we cannot allow ourselves to be intimidated into giving up our freedoms for a sense of “security.” We the people WILL stick together and fight the enemies of freedom, with fucking ball bats and crowbars if it comes down to it.  Though I have to admit there’s a part of me that hopes the US will just eradicate the country from whence the threat and show ALL terrorists that there will be no quarter given.

While I’m not really fearful for my safety at home, I *would* rather be with my family 75 miles away; if for no other reason than I think it’s important for those of us who love each other be together in this horrific time of sadness and mourning.  Then again, I’ve always been one to feel it’s important to gather the tribe.  There are so many things that I thought were worthy of stressing over yesterday, that mean little or nothing today.  Job, house, possessions… all easily replaced.  My life and the lives of those I love, the moments I can share with them are irreplaceable.  I have a lot of thinking to do… today my thoughts and attitudes have been forever changed.

I’ll never be the same.

Prayers and thoughts to everyone whose lives were affected in today’s tragedies.  May you and yours find peace, and may justice be served so the loss of life is not in vain.

Monday, September 03, 2001

Summer is officially over

Not that it makes much difference to those of us who no longer attend school, except that the freeways are a bit less crowded.  I’ll be laboring on Labor Day, since there are still so many unfinished domestic tasks.  My entire body is stiff and sore from yard work 2 days ago, but I can’t let that stand in the way of getting as much work done as I possibly can!  When weekends present the only opportunity to get things done, time slips by quickly.  Next thing I know, it’ll be too cold and wet to get anything accomplished so I’m feeling the pressure to get the yard done to my satisfaction before the weather turns.