First, I am not unaware that today is the 20th anniversary of the attacks on September 11, 2001. I will never forget where I was, what I was doing, the discussion Vince and I had. Our world was changed by those events and, at least for me, when things happen that you never in your wildest dreams could imagine would ever happen, it changed me – not in every way, but in some ways. The main way, the way I see it, is that I’m not as surprised by some of what happens in our country and in our world. Disappointed, frustrated . . but no longer surprised. And I think each day I’m more cynical. The bright spot, those I trust the most, those I feel like are more on my level, at least in some ways, are my crafty friends and that includes blog readers. Life would go on if there was no blog but writing the posts, taking the pictures, thinking about the blog, and interacting with the readers and those who comment — other than Vince, Chad, Nicole and Addie, you’re what matters to me. Oh .. and cooking those two meals a week for my husband . . that’s important too. 🙂
I think about the moms babies who grew up with one or both parents who were lost on 9/11. Those kids are 20 years older now. Some were born after the attack. Some parents who lost adult children that day have passed away.
The anniversary of this day . . I don’t like it. I usually don’t even mention it but I always think a lot about it and pray for those who have learned and are still learning to cope with the losses they suffered, the injuries they suffered, the way their lives were changed. With it being 20 years, it weighs heavily on me today. I think about Addie. She may learn about it in history. Chad may teach her about it. She may read about it in books but for her, it’s not as “real” as it is to those of us who lived it and especially, those who were there and those who lost loved ones. Until 9/11, I had never thought about it but it was the same with Pearl Harbor and other dreadful events. Those who lived it . . it was part of THEIR history, not just something they read about in history books or heard their parents talk about.
I can screw up anything when it comes to the computer. Yesterday I got an email that I needed to change the blog password, which I did and it seems to be working fine until . . I try to use the wordpress app on my phone. I take photos, then put them in the media files on the blog except I can’t now because the phone just can’t seem to accept that I have a new password so I have to take the pictures, email them to myself, open my email on the computer, then download the photos to the computer, then upload them from the computer to the blog. It takes more than twice as long but I spent hours trying to get it to work last night. Maybe I’ll wake up and some brilliant idea will pop into my head.
And, to make matters worse, I didn’t realize the Chromebook downstairs was unplugged and the battery died so when I plugged it in, it wanted my Google password which I don’t remember and I wasn’t going upstairs to look it up because it was almost bedtime.
The Chromebook was unplugged because the phone, the tablet and the Chromebook all use the same cord for charging so something is always dead because I forget to plug things in. It’s a cruel world! 🙂
I suppose if those are the worst problems I have, I’m a lucky girl, right?
While the plumber and Vince were on ladders in the sewing room poking around above the ceiling tiles, I went upstairs and kitted up a couple of projects. I’ll do blog posts about those later today.
A friend has a friend who is going through some hard times and my friend is going to visit her and taking her a big care package so I told her I’d bring a few things over. I packed up some things that I would like if I were having a hard time and took them to my friend to take to her. Visited with her for a while.
Watered the garden, cut the okra, got another load going in the freeze dryer. Three trays of okra and one of tomatoes. Really, I scruched up the okra on one gray and added about 1/3 of it in tomatoes so I guess I have 2-2/3 trays of okra and 1-1/3 trays of tomatoes. The tomatoes are still blooming but with the shorter days, they aren’t growing fruit very fast. I’ve been thrilled with what my little garden has done.
I ordered some weaver’s cloth and some Valdani floss that’s called for by one of the punch needle patterns I want to do.
I did fix breakfast. I fixed it and then I couldn’t find Vince. I had seen his pickup at one of the neighbor’s but when I went out to see if I could find him for breakfast, his pickup was gone. I put breakfast on hold, then the plumber called. I still didn’t know where Vince was and was hoping that I wasn’t going to have to explain to the plumber what we needed done but by the time the plumber got here, Vince was back. In fact, Vince drove in behind the plumber. By the time the plumber was done, it was 1 p.m. Vince said “Let’s have breakfast!” so we threw out the cold eggs, made fresh eggs, reheated the ham, stuck the grits in the air fryer, re-toasted the bagels and . . we had breakfast!
Later we heated up some brisket with a couple of leftover veggies and fresh tomatoes.
Videos I Watched:
I started watching Vonna’s video on punch needle. Video #1. From there, you’ll be able to find several others she did. She is a wealth of information. I love hearing her talk too. She loves what she does and it shows.
Here was last night’s post on A Changed World.
Plans for Today:
Addie’s game, of course. My plan is always to stitch the day away but that rarely happens so . . we’ll just have to see. Nothing is on my calendar except the game.