Monday, September 16, 2013
Away...
Well, it seems I've been away from here much longer than initially anticipated, and that is mainly because I still don't have a computer, never mind Internet, at home. But I'm working on it. I'm doing everything I can to try to get both within the next month or so. I really need to as well, since I intend to try to open my online shop again. I really need additional income, I'm not sure I can continue living on nearly-nothing each month. But for now, I have the library close enough, and if I _REALLY_ get desperate, I can always use my phone. Service at my house is spotty at best, but it's what I have. That's all for now, I have email to check as well as other things to do. Have a happy Monday evening! :)
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
9/11...
12 years...
It's been 12 years since the events of 9/11/2001 left their mark on everyone old enough to realize what happened. And in 12 years, so much has changed, but so much is still the same. It's bizarre how that happens, isn't it? A war was started, a war was ended, people blamed the ruling party in government for both, and neither was really at fault. Oh, some could argue one way or the other, I'm sure, but honestly? What's the point? So where were you when you heard about the events of that tragic day?
I was laying in a hospital bed in Aurora, Colorado, having just given birth to my younger son two days before. It was the day I got to take my sweet little bundle home from the hospital, and I was excited about it. We'd been having a good morning, the sky outside my room window was blue with big, puffy white clouds, my little man had nursed like a champ, as he had since he was just 30 minutes old, and we were snuggling when some woman walked into my room. To this day I don't know who she was or why she was in my room, but figuring she was a nurse or something, I greeted her with a cheery "Hello!" and a smile. She stared at me with doleful eyes, then glumly said, "Oh... Hello..." I was confused by this greeting, after I had greeted her so cheerfully, and I asked, "What's the matter with you?" She replied, in that same glum voice, "Oh, you didn't hear? They blew up the Twin Towers. Sorry." Then this woman, who I didn't know and had never seen before in my life, turned tail, walked out of my room, and I never saw her again. Figuring she was just some weirdo, I turned on the TV to prove to myself that she was some wacko, and it turned out she wasn't. Well, she probably WAS, considering she walked into my room out of nowhere with all of this, but on that point, she wasn't wrong. My heart hit the floor. I tried calling my parents, my husband, everyone I knew. I even called my work, where they had found a TV in a storage room and all the agents on the floor were watching in dumbfounded silence. I think the worst part was that neither my parents nor my husband was answering the phone that day, which had me absolutely frantic trying to get in touch with them. And being in Colorado, and so close to the mountains, there was concern that a plane might try to make a go at NORAD, the The North American Aerospace Defense Command, I suppose it was a legitimate concern. All hospitals, schools, and government buildings were on lockdown, everyone was terrified of what could possibly happen next.
Over the next few days, things started to return to some semblance of normalcy, but the events of that day will always be indelibly etched into my brain and heart...
It's been 12 years since the events of 9/11/2001 left their mark on everyone old enough to realize what happened. And in 12 years, so much has changed, but so much is still the same. It's bizarre how that happens, isn't it? A war was started, a war was ended, people blamed the ruling party in government for both, and neither was really at fault. Oh, some could argue one way or the other, I'm sure, but honestly? What's the point? So where were you when you heard about the events of that tragic day?
I was laying in a hospital bed in Aurora, Colorado, having just given birth to my younger son two days before. It was the day I got to take my sweet little bundle home from the hospital, and I was excited about it. We'd been having a good morning, the sky outside my room window was blue with big, puffy white clouds, my little man had nursed like a champ, as he had since he was just 30 minutes old, and we were snuggling when some woman walked into my room. To this day I don't know who she was or why she was in my room, but figuring she was a nurse or something, I greeted her with a cheery "Hello!" and a smile. She stared at me with doleful eyes, then glumly said, "Oh... Hello..." I was confused by this greeting, after I had greeted her so cheerfully, and I asked, "What's the matter with you?" She replied, in that same glum voice, "Oh, you didn't hear? They blew up the Twin Towers. Sorry." Then this woman, who I didn't know and had never seen before in my life, turned tail, walked out of my room, and I never saw her again. Figuring she was just some weirdo, I turned on the TV to prove to myself that she was some wacko, and it turned out she wasn't. Well, she probably WAS, considering she walked into my room out of nowhere with all of this, but on that point, she wasn't wrong. My heart hit the floor. I tried calling my parents, my husband, everyone I knew. I even called my work, where they had found a TV in a storage room and all the agents on the floor were watching in dumbfounded silence. I think the worst part was that neither my parents nor my husband was answering the phone that day, which had me absolutely frantic trying to get in touch with them. And being in Colorado, and so close to the mountains, there was concern that a plane might try to make a go at NORAD, the The North American Aerospace Defense Command, I suppose it was a legitimate concern. All hospitals, schools, and government buildings were on lockdown, everyone was terrified of what could possibly happen next.
Over the next few days, things started to return to some semblance of normalcy, but the events of that day will always be indelibly etched into my brain and heart...
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