The Wicked Day sixteen years on

[silver_chipmunk]

So here it is 9/11 again. And not much to say about it. Every year it slides farther into the past. But I feel the need to remark and remember.

It was a beautiful blue day today, as it was that year. And as always I went to work. I didn't think about it during the day, that much has changed over the years. And I didn't do a display this year.

It was a pretty good day, I had the first of my after school programs, the gaming program, today. Worked out well.

And I did the walk-around computer tutor for an hour, which is really kind of pointless.

After work I talked to the FWiB, and really that's about all.

Last night Bjorn didn't eat as well as he has been. I don't think he likes the tuna flavor as well as the chicken. Hopefully he eats better tonight, though all I have left is the tuna, and only two cans (well one now) of that. I asked mashfanficchick and her mother to pick up a case of the chicken for him tomorrow.

Last night when I posted the line and paragraph breaks didn't work for some reason and I had to put them in by hand. I am going to try tonight again. We shall see.

Gratitude List:

1. The FWiB.

2. The first responders of 9/11.

3. My turtle.

4. My cats.

5. Friends.

6. Knowing enough html to put the line breaks in.

OK, I did preview post and there were no line breaks or paragraph break, putting them in by hand.

Comments

[ebrada]

So sorry you suffer this day every year.

[silver_chipmunk]

Thanks. It's not like I lost anyone I knew (though one dear friend came close), so it wasn't that bad for me, but it was bad enough. And the melancholy lingers, though it does get less year by year.

[ebrada]

It doesn't matter that you didn't lose anybody close. The act is part of what defines your city now. I lived in Dallas for years. Kennedy's murder is talked about and felt every year there.

[silver_chipmunk]

Yeah, that's the thing, the damage to the city, not necessarily the physical city, though that's part of it, but the psyche of the city. I remember the first time after 9/11 I heard a bus driver and a passenger having a fight. My gut reaction was "Oh thank God, we're getting back to normal!" Because we treated each other so carefully for the first few days afterward...