Instated the day wanting to post about the dad and historical nature of the day. The truth is that while I am not sure what just the right amount would be, I found the media's treatment of this day to be too much. Too manipulative, too sensationalist. Anyway, as I walked around the park this am with my parents (yes, my father even came for a while!), I came across a group of runners with 9-11 shirts running with the American flag. I am not a fan of patriotism, nor do I feel particularly American, but when it relates to this earth shattering event, I am moved by the site of the American flag.
I wanted to write to about how nice it was to see my father, how horribly M behaved, how easy the 12 mile walk seemed today, or how nervous MoJo is for school tomorrow.. but that will have to wait. I just put away the strangest and largest order from Fresh Direct (I think I may have been delirious when I ordered enough baby food for two dozen children and a tub of almonds that could feed a small nation) and now I need to deal with my own anxiety about tomorrow- first day of classes for me, for M ("I am nervous"), for J ("I am not ready yet"), going back to PT, coordinating two sitters, F will be in Seattle bla bla you get the picture. A domani!
back to school !!
ReplyDeletehave a great year mojo et al.