So, when you think of 9/11, what do you think of?
You're either thinking of calling for emergency units - 911; you're thinking of the terrorist attack in New York in 2001; or in my case: you are thinking of your mother's birthday.
I finally got her age out of her mouth today, I wasn't sure: she turned 76. She's still driving; she's still moving around quite well; she still has a crystal clear presence of mind. I called her today and wished her a happy birthday and of course got into all kinds of discussion, but, I certainly am not regretting driving up there yesterday and visiting her.
As for 9/11, well, I watched a show this morning that followed the timeline that started at the time (real-time) of the attack and ended a bit after the second tower fell. I have watched nothing about it since. I have watched so much footage about 9/11 since 2001 that I really don't need to watch much more about it. I do not agree with the people who think it should go away, however. It was a changing point in our nation's history and I think it completely appropriate that it's 10 year anniversary should be recognized and recognized. I've just watched so much footage - all of it available, I think - in the last 10 years that I don't need to watch a whole day of it. People are still paying for it, I am completely empathetic and sympathetic towards every person that is however related to it.
As for today, well, the newest tenant apparently has gone the rounds of asking about me, specifically. I am not into tenants coming out and going on and on and on and on EVERY single time they come out. They can come in and out as they please, yes, to start an elongated, rambling conversation that is rather mindless, at least from my view of it, every time they come out is more than I want to deal with.
It was supposed to pour rain here today. Instead, we got 60 seconds of drops from the sky and that was the end of it. The entire summer has been that way. I wanted to put on shorts, go out in my bare feet and get drenched. Instead, I got tickled with enough rain to see the polka-dotted "aftermath" on the concrete.
Church. Took me an hour to convince myself I should go. I am never regretful that I went but still, it takes quite a lot for me to actually get dressed for the occasion and actually got out to the CAR, get into and drive over there.
Trailer. I need one for my mother's property. Be thinking about that one for a while. The season for going up there is about over. Winter is coming - though I wouldn't care going up there in the snow to be honest.
Done for now.
G'day.
ben
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Monday
So, I received a series of emails over the weekend, apparently, on my work account. Concerning the situation at work that I have yet to go into here - and probably won't at least until it's over. A meeting has been scheduled is all I can say about that.
Rain. It apparently has been raining everywhere in this valley excepting.......anywhere near my house. My car was proof of that this morning: dirty rain. Ie: just enough drops of water to attract the blowing dust and make my car filthy.
Apparently, there is tension between the new roommate and the kid (27 years old, but that's beside the point). The kid told the woman not to run the fan in the bathroom. ??? This is what she claimed he told her - I have no doubts, frankly, that this kid is capable of saying such to people as he can be rather brash at times.
Did he say WHY you shouldn't run the fan? Apparently it makes too much noise. You know, the little ceiling fan that airs out bathrooms? So, if this thing is making a lot of noise, the answer is to replace it! What a phenomenal idea! A piece of brilliance if I do say so myself. It's amazing how crass people can be to each other, especially considering living in the same home and more so, considering it isn't THEIR home.
Whatever the case, I became engrossed in some Scripture I was reading online and have now run out of time.
G'day.
ben
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