The Stitching Basket

The Wedding Announcement is finished, and now just has to be washed and framed. It is Dragon Dreams Fantasy Wedding Blessing . Here is my version -- #1 and #2, and yes they are upside down. I also have updates of the Celtic Banner , TW Celtic Cross, and The Resurrection and the Life. Here is a pic of Stoney Creek's The Gathering Place that I sent out for my RR.

Backpack Dump

School has started once again. Okay, so it started on the 5th of September. But I've been busy.

So, I walk into my first class on the first day, and I'm looking at a class with 40 individual desks. And I had to wonder what happened to the classrooms filled with hundreds of students, I'd heard about. The second class was set up the same way. It wasn't until my third and last class of the day, I sat in one of those type of halls -- holds 100 students. It was different.

I have 3 upper level classes and 1 lower level class. And wow, can I tell the difference. The three upper level classes have 1 paper, a midterm, and a final for the grading, and that's it. And the lower level has daily quizzes, 3 or 4 tests and a final, and attendance is counted. Very different. I'm an adult in the other 3 classes. Yeah.

I like all of my classes, which is good. My dd also likes her school, which is very good, though I'm not so sure about it. We'll see what happens.

Well Duh!

What idiot actually thought people would be 'over' what happened in 9/11? Probably some moron who has never actually lost anyone or anything. More booksmarts than common sense. (It was a reporter, who seemed surprise at the amount of pain emenating from people. Idjit)

That may seem harsh to some people, but look at it. Really. If you've lost someone or know someone who has, ask yourself, do you ever get 'over it'? My parents lost their youngest son to cancer when he was 4, 21 years ago, and until my father's dying day, he never forgot, he never stopped wondering, asking, thinking, or loving my brother. My mom is still alive, and deals with those questions all of the time, with added guilt over whether she caused it. Logic work in matters of the heart really well. I nearly lost my daugther, nearly not lose, 7 years ago, still scares me sh*tless. And if you really need to get your head out of your a**, ask the survivors from previous wars and attacks, if they are 'over it'.

Where Were You....

Do you rememer where you were, when you heard about New York, Pennsylvania, or the Pentagon?

This year movies have come out about the day, about the events that took place. And I've resisted saying too much. I don't think I'm ready to see it as Hollywierd would have me see it. That is something to be done years from now. Another decade or two, when the wounds aren't so fresh. Until this year, I've resisted watching the news coverage of what happened. I remember where I was, I remember watching it live, I remember. With heart wrenching detail I remember. I wasn't there, I was safe at work several states away. I didn't know anyone personally in any location. But I cried. I cried then and I cried today. And I had to explain to my now 7 year (almost 8) old DD why.

In five years, much has changed. My country wasn't the only one affected, many were. Both by the act and the aftermath. My travels are now endless security screenings, my freedom's have been encrouched on by the government in the name of security. And I don't feel more secure, I feel more vulnerable. Now, I wonder what the government will do and what our enemies will do.

And yet, an interesting thing happened that day. Two things. Americans became united. Proud of who they are. And most of the world became united. United in pain, senseless, needless pain. It brought us together like nothing else has.

My heart aches today much as it did then. I have more worries now, I have friends, family, in the midst of the fighting. I have guilt for not being there, and hope that it ends soon, with no more dead soldiers. No more flags at half-staff for soldiers who should've come home and didn't.

By time my daughter gets into highschool, today will be an established event, possibly with ceremonies that begin to lose true meaning. By the time my grandchildren learn of 9/11 and the tragedy and ensuing war, it'll be just another historical date to memorize and regurgitate in a boring history class that they are taking because it is required. And they will understand none of the pain I feel now.

Time doesn't necessarily heal wounds, it just takes out the emotion for ensuing generations.