May We Never Forget September 12, 2006

As I was sitting in traffic this morning, trying to get across the Ross Island Bridge, I found myself searching the sky for airplanes. As the wife of a pilot, airplanes are a daily thought. My children yell greetings to all aircraft, as if their daddy is the only pilot out there and he can always hear them cry “love you”.
Today was different, I wasn’t just looking for a connection to My Love. I was looking for a connection to humanity. While we were parked on Powell, I flipped the radio on. Listening to anything in the car can be tricky as my 5 yr old wants EVERYTHING explained to her and the boys want to point out every fire truck, crane, and slug-bug (in very “outside” voices). The only thing I really heard was part of an interview where the only question was “where were you on 9/11/2001?” We were living in Springfield. I was home alone with our daughter and my pilot was gone. He ended up grounded in Boise, Idaho. He could have been in Accra, Ghana and we wouldn’t have felt any further apart. That was the most alone I have ever felt.
I’m sitting here, staring at the screen, and find myself at a loss for words…I am still sad, angry, and confused…

Home Improvement September 6, 2006

Who would have thought that I would spend more time in the laundry room than any other? Next time I buy a house, I am looking for a HUGE laundry room with cable hook up. In fact, I want a kitchen/laundry room. I could move laundry while making yet another meal that will end up on the floor. I could strip the kids at the dinner table, stain stick their clothes at the counter, and put them directly into the washer (the clothes that is). This would save at least six trips down the stairs per day. Oh, the possibilities of a nook with a washer/dryer hook-up.