The Visible Woman...September 11, 2003

It's just another day. Who thought the second anniversary would be that way. Oh, sure, the media and various folks have 'remembered' and 'honored' and all that stuff. But, really, are most people even thinking about it?

"We will never forget."

"Everything has changed."

True, I imagine, for people who lost loved ones. Said by all of us, I think.

But September 11 seemed remarkably ordinary to me this year. FFP held a meeting, I worked out, we scrounged lunch out of the fridge. Our agent said the homeowner's insurance hadn't agreed to renew and take our money if we would fill out two more forms. We went to an event to kick off the ballet season. Did anyone remark on the date when it was set?

In the newspaper today I read about a man in Israel who was a leading expert in treating bombing victims. His daughter and he had gone out for a snack the night before her wedding. The cafe was bombed and both were killed. I also read about a horse bomb in a village in Colombia.

Our violent world goes on. Nothing much has really changed. As much as we'd like to think so.

Thursday, September 11, 2003

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1954	just another day It's just another day. Who thought the second anniversary would be that way. Oh, sure, the media and various folks have 'remembered' and 'honored' and all that stuff. But, really, are most people even thinking about it? "We will never forget." "Everything has changed." True, I imagine, for people who lost loved ones. Said by all of us, I think. But September 11 seemed remarkably ordinary to me this year. FFP held a meeting, I worked out, we scrounged lunch out of the fridge. Our agent said the homeowner's insurance hadn't agreed to renew and take our money if we would fill out two more forms. We went to an event to kick off the ballet season. Did anyone remark on the date when it was set? In the newspaper today I read about a man in Israel who was a leading expert in treating bombing victims. His daughter and he had gone out for a snack the night before her wedding. The cafe was bombed and both were killed. I also read about a horse bomb in a village in Colombia. Our violent world goes on. Nothing much has really changed. As much as we'd like to think so.
JUST TYPING Change. It happens. But some things. Never change. Hatred. Violence. A few people who will resist. Will hold on to a possibility. Hope.
		Food Diary. *About 11:30pm* pimento cheese sandwich with lettuce and onion, a few tortilla chips, some carrots *About 3pm* some cheddar cheese and tortilla chips *About 7:30pm* apps and champagne and some wine (tuna, crab cakes, ceviche, egg roll) *About 9:30pm* two cups of Barbara's Puffins...some organic but sweetened cerereal, dry at the mercy of what's available...that's my diet
		Time flies.... I did little small things all day. A run to the grocery store for a couple of things. A little final packing. Trying to sort out a few issues. Estimating all the amps in all the circuit breakers for our house.

		Reading. Still reading a collection of The New Yorker Profiles. One by John McPhee about a couple of naturlists in Georgia is fascinating. It has introduced a new acronym to me: DOR. (Dead on Road). This will come in handy when I'm traveling with my dad. We count road kill for entertainment.
		I didn't even consider it.
		Exercise Thirty minutes on recumbent bike. Lower body and arm exercises. The club's abductor/inductor machine is still broken. Twenty minutes on the recumbent bike.
		My lower back, hip stiffness continues. It keeps changing. I hope it soon changes to gone. In the afternoon, it felt like it might actually happen. 106/73 83