Friday, September 11, 2020

Daily Notes- September 11


Today.  I can go back in Time and remember it as a slow motion movie.  The absolute silence driving to the library to work my afternoon shift after watching the television in horror.  My 82 year old friend who came in and stood in front of my counter and wept- remembering Pearl Harbor. And now this.  The silence.  The lack of birds. The church bell tolling on and on and on. Bong........Bong.......Bong.......... that is the sound of September 11th for me.

Later in Life, a survivor of that day in New York City came to work at the greenhouse and the real damage of that day was sort of alive and there for me to see.  A guy found her here in Maine and took her home and fed her, gave her a place to sleep. (he said it was like finding an abandoned animal) She had packed her car and cat and just drove North.  Then stopped- perhaps running out of gas-- Or just exhaustion....and from that point it's all a blank to her.  I think she lives North of here, married (not to that guy) and has a child.  I think of her today.  It must be hard for her...today.

It might be Age.  Circumstances.  Politics.  Whatever it is...I am often awash in tears these days.  I just now had to go get a dry cloth handkerchief from the drawer in the bedroom.  To dry my eyes and face. The one I had was too wet to be of any use.

The work up top was made in the early days of this blog.  Fused cloth.  Peel and Stick and then Press with a hot iron.  So much easier than piecing.  Or Appliqué.  But eventually, it passed and I never went back to it.  I still have rolls of the stuff.  It stayed the same- I changed.

Today is Friday and the library is open to people coming inside to look at books etc.  I am looking forward to going inside.

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