Have I mentioned lately how much I love my boyfriend?

Yesterday I was in the doldrums.
I went out, it was beautiful and grey.
It rained and I watched everything with glee.

I then went to the market, bought cheese and then I took myself to lunch.
I had a gorgeous view of the rainy grey sound and I had one of the lovliest meals.

Rememeber folks, some creme brulee never hurt anyone.

Everything felt so much better.

shortly

After a nice sized margarita I am rather relaxed.
*sighs*

It was another beautiful rainy day and I never realized a quiet little post about September Eleventh would cause so much talk.

So, we got through another day.
I don't really talk about this much, but um...when I watched everything happen live, there was something that kind stuck in my memory for good.
It was the image of seeing people actually jump from the windows. They seemed so tiny and light...like small insects.
I sometimes have nightmares about it. Really awful nightmares about the whole event.
That morning. it was about about sixish when I was lying in bed, half-listening to the radio and they said something about the twin towers being hit by a plane.
I thought it sounded odd, I went into the living room and turned on the television and watched as one tower was on fire.
They were discussing whether it was an accident and then all of a sudden, live right there on the television the second plane just hit.
Just like that.
I felt absolutely nothing for a moment. It reminded me of a fairly traumatic moment in my life and how it left me numb for a bit.

Thomas Hobbes who wrote a terrific political piece called "Leviathin" (I think everyone ought to read it) once said, "Life is nasty, brutish and short."
A bit of a cynical point of view to some, but in some respects it can be quite light. If you view it with the attitude of making it a little more fair and a little kinder for your fellow man. Even if for a brief moment.

I just wish so many could set aside the politics of the moment and just breathe.