Thoughts tonight

– It would be easy to say where I was that day or say how much I don’t believe the Park 51 Mosque doesn’t belong there.  Many other diarists have already done this.

I lost no one that day. But, I am still brought to tears about this tragedy.

It is 9 years later and when I see a plane overhead I can’t help but just watch it, the thoughts flashing back in my mind.

I don’t like to think about this at all, but as a New Yorker, only 100 miles from where the Twin Towers Stood it permeated who you were and in it’s residual form still has it’s effect.

I purposely didn’t write yesterday. I try not to.

Being that I was nominated for an RC about my tomato entry I clicked onto the list and happened to notice a 9-11 entry with a truther theme. I just can’t believe there are people that still believe this could’ve been an inside job. I can only shake my head.

Moving on…..

-Last weekend I got into a small fender bender, $2,500.00 worth of damage. Hopefully the insurance inspector will arrive at the end of this week and issue the check, I still have a $1,000.00 deductible so that blows.

I hate fender benders simply for the paperwork nonsense.

– I have split 97% of the wood and broke out the chainsaw for the odd shape and oversized timber in the yard. My brother will most likely deliver more uncut wood next week which will be great. Next time I get the chance I’ll be splitting the remainder of timber and start stacking. I do need to fix the firewood rack by drilling and setting new bolts and lining up the cobblestone to receive the wood. I think I have 2 cords of wood there (32’0" X 2’0" X 4’0") but I won’t know for certain until I have it all stacked properly.

– Tonight while putting my son to bed I was giving him his night bottle of whole milk and he reached up with his left hand and grabbed my right hand only to settle it on his cheek and held it there. For the record I melted.

– I logged in the other day and noticed that I was RC’d for my tomato entry. I never have been RC’d before and want to say thank you. The notes from my regular readers and the new ones was pretty nifty. It is something special to me, not even for the sauce factor. It just reminds me of my family and being together. Talking to my brother for hours as we split tomatoes and washed jars and went about working for the common good of the family. I love my family, with all it’s jagged chunks and irregularities. Mostly I remember my nonno bringing fresh basil from his garden and making fresh tomato/basil/mozzarella cheese sandwiches on maffalda bread. My son’s first time to be part of it and the fact that he has both his grandparents. I think that is really the greatest gift for him. I grew up without grandmothers and not before I was 19 was I without all my grandparents. It is a sore topic for me and when I see young people mistreat or not be conscious of the gift they have in their elders it really burns me.

– My Vegas trip is exactly 2 months away. I can’t wait.