Three steps forward and two steps back, healing is not a linear process. However, this time around after my fall two years ago, things seem to be going better. I’m walking with less of a limp, gaining flexibility and in less pain.
September 16 was the 32nd anniversary of the day Lisa and I met. We took a drive to my friend’s retreat in the country. Lotus Bend is a beautiful center where we listened to birds, walked the labyrinth and talked to the koi.
A great old funky Texas county house.Koi expecting to be fed.The bees that produce amazing honey.Lots of little sacred coves.The labyrinthAnother visitor
It was a treat to get out of Austin where we could hear the birds, away from suburban lawn mowers, delivery trucks and traffic. Can you tell that we miss our haven in Bacalar?
When my kids were little, it was not uncommon for them to have a meltdown at the oddest times. After a fun day at the waterpark, some seemingly inconsequential thing would trigger a full blown scream-fest on the way home in the car. We called it the broken cookie syndrome. It makes no sense to […]
There’s hardly a person who was alive in 2001 who doesn’t remember exactly where they were when the twin towers fell in Lower Manhattan.
I was at my desk in Austin at the Texas Health Department. Over my little radio, talk-show DJ’s reported a plane flying into a building in New York City. They dismissed it as a horrific accident.
At the same time, one of my coworkers came hurrying down the hall calling us all to “come see this”.
It’s still hard to believe it happened.
She had a small black and white TV in her office. I think she used it to watch soaps at lunch. A handful of us squeezed into her tiny office as we watched in horror as the second plane flew into the 110-story World Trade Center.
As smoke billowed and people ran in terror, I remember repeating over and over in my head, “that building is going to come down.” I didn’t want to be right.
Everything is a blurr after that. I remember that the internet crashed but not if we were sent home or went back to work. I think we just sat around in shock.
It’s hard to believe its been twenty-five years. We all know where we were and how our lives changed as a result of the boldest terrorist attack on the planet. While many declare that we will never forget, in another twenty-five years I likely won’t be here to remember and I’m just fine with that.
One evening this week we spent almost an hour on the phone with our eight year old granddaughter. We giggled while using special effects to create silly, distorted faces with puppy ears, pig noses and rainbows. She loved teaching her grandmas new tricks.
Missing teeth makes it even more entertaining.Fun with Sara.
Also, physical therapy started in earnest with both increased pain and increased capacity. While I’m getting stronger, I still feel like such a wimp.
Missing our Stella Many thanks to our house sitter for taking good care of our dogs Luna is so regal.
I had friends visit almost every day. They both lifted my spirits and wore me out. And somehow I managed to not take one picture.
Enjoy the photos of my pups and know that I’m slogging along through this healing process, wishing I were home yet deeply committed to seeing it through.
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