I wrote this ~12 months after September 11, 2001. I wanted to remember what I was doing on that day when we heard about the planes. The first I knew that something was awry on September 11, 2001 was mid morning. I arrived at the office - same time as always - 7:15. Some time in the 9:00 hour I happened to glance at my.yahoo.com - my frequent home for news. There was a one liner about a plane striking the World Trade Center. I've read about a B-17 striking the Empire State Building some time around WWII. I recall thinking that it wasn't that big of a deal. I think I tried a couple other sources to see if anyone else had more information - no one did. Within 30 minutes my boss asked if I had read anything, "No, not really" I responded. Site inquiries now just timed out. Everyone was connecting to see what they could see. I think I got one through on chicagotribune.com, but the information was about the same. No one knew much. Someone (my boss Mark I thin...
From Tracey Susan, know what you mean about the lack of email, but as one of the perpetrators I can only sigh. I think Rob mentioned a while back how smoothly things were going so far with Gretchen around, and we were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Well, last Friday, we heard a thud. Not literally, of course. Gretchen's too young to fall out of her crib and Melinda does just fine in her twin bed. No, more like a cough, as in Rob coming down with the flu -- the fever, chills, coughing kind. A little scary with a 2-week-old baby in the house, but not bad, I just took care of everybody all weekend. Fine (except poor Rob, who at least had the common sense to get sick on the weekend, he thought) until Sunday night, when I developed a sore throat and fever. Fortunately Rob was better by then, so he took over Gretchen's care. Monday morning, Melinda woke up with a fever. Let's just say, she's not easily fooled by bubble gum flavor -- Rob had to force the Tylenol down her ...
We have a foster dog with us this week - Dakota. He's a mostly well adjusted dog with a predilection for random barking. We're using little fingernail sized doggie treats to persuade him to be good rather than barker. For convenience, we're keeping a stash in a small metal cup. My children know my penchant for small dishes. I love small serving dishes with unique colors and uses. We have dozens and I use them frequently for entertaining. Julianne and Collin were here last night. They went out for dinner together and joined us as we were finishing our Friday fun nacho dinner. As they came in, we quickly set up a couple little dessert cups of chocolate this and chocolate that. Tasty. My mistake was to miss an immediate opportunity to clear the kitchen island of every day stuff. Like Dog treats. Julianne noshed on chocolate this and tried a little bit of chocolate that. She did not count on dog treats being...
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