My daughter says it's A-OK to have the Animal Ark folks pick up her old dresser and night stand, so there is now a total of 11 pieces of old furniture that will make the big exodus next week. I've been busy emptying drawers, condensing files, tossing, tossing, tossing. The items that are keepers are here only temporarily as I'm setting them aside for a huge garage sale our city has every May. By June my house will be wonderfully purged.
Part of my lawn was horribly dried up and bare, so today I raked out the dead grass, added some good soil, scattered grass seed and put the dead grass on top to hold moisture in a little better. I hope it works. I hope it can look like this again next spring:
I had the television on for awhile, but every news station is commemorating 9/11 and it made me very morose. All of those pictures and survivors brought back vivid memories, and once again I was in the little back room of my tiny middle school library watching the first tower get hit and then the second. More horrible news followed about a plane crashing before it could hit its target. All of those feelings of disbelief, sadness, anger, confusion and hatred came back, and I was once again in those surreal moments. I mean no disrespect by choosing not to watch all of the ceremonies today, the tenth anniversary, but I don't need them to remind me of that day and how so many died and how so many are left sick or still grief-stricken. Instead I decided to plant grass because thinking about seeds sprouting with something growing is a good balance to the sadness that unnecessary death brings.
I guess we all handle grief in our own way.
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