Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Well, the intensity was still there, but the edge was off enough for me to get something out of the movie. It was sad of course, yet the movie strove to focus on the positive aspects resulting from the tragic situation. I am glad I watched the movie, all in all.
It got me thinking. 9/11 was one of the defining events of my lifetime. I remember down to tiny details that September morning. Plato had just turned 6 weeks old. He was colicky and slept very little. I was incredibly sleep deprived, and had sent JeepMan off to work that morning planning to try to squeeze in a little more sleep before Plato started screaming. As usual, it wasn't to be, and I got up, changed his diaper, got him a bottle, and sat down in the recliner just before 9 am to feed him. I turned on the television and started flipping channels. It wasn't long before I came across a news channel with that eternal image: Tower 1, rising up against the clear blue sky, black smoke billowing from the upper floors and the occasional lick of orange flame appearing momentarily. I squinted my bleary eyes as my brain tried to process what I was seeing. I flipped to another news station, then another, and another, unable to process what I was seeing. Soon I watched the second plane hit Tower 2, and at that point the phone rang: JeepMan asking if I was up and if I could believe what was happening. Reality struck at that moment: I couldn't deny what was going on if another living person was sharing my bafflement.
I picked up Plato, cuddled him close, and paced the floor. Soon thePentagon was hit, then Tower 2 collapsed, then the plane crashed in Pennsylvania, then Tower 1. I couldn't stand it anymore. I turned the television off and danced around the living room holding Plato tight and singing him songs from the "O Brother Where Art Thou?" soundtrack: "I'll Fly Away," "You Are My Sunshine," "Didn't Leave Nobody But The Baby," "Down To The River To Pray," "Keep On The Sunny Side," "Angel Band," "I Am Weary (Let Me Rest);" for months I listened to these songs over and over again. I still listen to them frequently; sounds from another era, heart-wrenching, bittersweet, optimistic, and spiritual...they can still remind me that despite great tragedy, we move on.
Remembering 9/11 sparked other memories:
The Challenger crash: I watched it in 6th grade, and despite the tragedy, I don't recall being terribly moved. A combination of my youth and the fact that I was watching TV, I suppose. The enormity of it didn't hit me until I started hearing the backstories of the astronauts.
OJ Simpson - the Chase: Out on a date with Hubby at a seedy little bar. Buzzing nicely, wondering what the heck all the cops were doing chasing down a white Bronco that was only going about 20 mph.
OJ Simpson - the Verdict: This was a scary one. I was doing a psych nursing rotation for school. My assigned ward was the schizophrenia ward and they were doing medical trials which involved taking patients off their meds for weeks (med-washing), then getting brain scans and re-working their medication regimen. So I was sitting in the commons of a locked psych wards with about 15 non-medicated schizophrenic patients when I heard those dreaded words, "Not Guilty."
Princess Diana's death: working nights at my first ICU job. Not a very busy night, and we took turns checking the patients while the rest of the staff sat in an empty patient room watching the scene unfold.
There are probably other defining moments, but these are the ones that come to mind.
Do you remember where you were?
(pssst...if you're trying to calculate my age, I'll make it easy for you: I'm 35)
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
I must submit a sincere apology to all those whose blogs I regularly round.
You see, since I met this new friend, G.R., my instant-gratification needs have been well met. Too well met.
G.R. puts all your blogs at my fingertips, with just a few clicks! I read your stories, see your pictures...all with a visit to just one website. I'm like a leadfoot on the Audobon in a Ferrari; like a fat girl at an all-you-can-eat blog buffet. Faster, faster, more, More!
Unfortunately I can't figure out how to comment using my "connection." I don't think it's possible, is it?
Pssst....come closer. I think G.R. is just using me. He doesn't have my best interests at heart. I've had an epiphany. Blogging is about three things: writing, reading, and interacting. I'm lacking the third in this trinity. I'm two-thirds of a whole as a blogger.
So I'm kicking G.R. to the curb. I'm going to pretend he doesn't exist!
Good bye and Good Riddance. Step to the Left, G.R. I'm going back to blogging Old School.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
The movie was what I expected....
...y'all KNOW I didn't go for the story, right?
Yeah, that's right. Come to Mama, Brendan...
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Lulu: Look, Pwato...dere's a kangawoo!!
Plato: (Sighs) Lulu...that is NOT a kangaroo.
Lulu: Yes it IS. Wite over dere!
Plato: I know where you're looking. There's NO kangaroo over there.
Lulu: Uh - HUUUUH..... I see one...
Plato: Lulu, you CAN'T see a kangaroo 'cause there's no Kangaroos in Collegeville.
Lulu: (sassily) Oh, yeah? Where dey fwom den?
Plato: (eyeroll) They're from TEXAS, Lulu.
(Lulu is silent as she thinks about this.)
(Plato is silent as well for a few moments. He's obviously second-guessing himself on the Texan Kangaroo thing.)
Lulu: (sing-song) Asia, Asia, Asia, Asia.......
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
To fully enjoy this story you must understand that I'm blown away by the public education that Plato is receiving. We chose the location of our home based heavily on the reviews of the local schools (there are about 10), and we chose a district that was consistently in the top 3. Are we glad we did!
The curriculum that Plato had in first grade was phenomenal. It's amazing how times have changed. I remember being bored out of my mind in first grade. I didn't like my teacher, and she treated me like, well, a first-grader. How dare she?! I didn't have homework until the fourth grade, at least not regularly. Plato has homework about 3 days a week, mostly math. Pardon me, "New Math." This is pretty advanced stuff for first graders if I do say so myself. Graphing, statistics, addition, subtraction, beginning multiplication/division, geometry, and even pre-algebra...I've seen examples of all this year. It made me nervous, actually. And I worried about the homework load. Still does, to be candid.
But it's amazing how much my little sponge of an almost-seven-year-old absorbed.
A few weeks back, Plato and Lulu went to church with my folks while JeepMan and I slept in. If you've been with me for a while you may recall my ambivalence on Catholicism and organized religion in general. That's not the point here, though.
The kids came home with candy bars, courtesy of the weekly post-mass fundraising efforts. They were quite excited.
I asked the kids if they got the big chocolate bars or the little ones.
"BIG, mommy!" Lulu squealed. "Weely, WEELY big!!... Can I hab it for bret-fust?"
Plato was more contemplative. "Mom, they're not exactly big...they're kind of medium."
(The child is a fanatic about perfect descriptors. Where could he have possibly gotten that hang-up?) I asked if it was the big flat rectangle kind:
"Well, not exactly."
by Joseph Heller
Incredibly witty and funny, you have a taste for irony in all that you
see. It seems that life has put you in perpetually untenable situations, and your sense
of humor is all that gets you through them. These experiences have also made you an
ardent pacifist, though you present your message with tongue sewn into cheek. You
could coin a phrase that replaces the word "paradox" for millions of people.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Too true. And weird.
Crap, now I have another book to add to my "Must Read" list.