Another dog picture from Connie's blog. A rescue dog finds a new forever home. My Riley liked to look out the side windows of my car- no head out the window though- as we drove in the mornings to the Doggie Day Care. He could hardly wait to get there. It wasn't much and most of his day was in a very large cage but I think he liked the Vet office traffic and the other dogs. But he was always happy to arrive and happy to leave.
I won't have to water today. Because of the overnight rain that left puddles.
My cross the street neighbor was out walking and saw a black car arrive next door to me. With a stretcher. We are wondering if our neighbor who had her 90th birthday this past weekend- passed. Died. With cell phones being the primary mode of calling people- and neighbors not sharing those numbers with all of the residents....it could be awhile before we find out yes or no. I am not knocking on the door to ask. And I might be the only neighbor who would knock. "The Woman Who Brings Flowers"
A Somber Day. August 31st 2021.
Each evening I watch a bit of the 9/11 images on CNN. I saw the second plane crash into the towers in real time. But I had to go to work and missed the Pentagon and Pennsylvania. So I watched that. By the time I returned home in the late afternoon after work that day......it was all on TV. And in Bangor (still military)- where the big planes had enough runway-- European flights were landing in Maine instead of regular airports in New York. And everything stopped. Just stopped. And older people who remembered Pearl Harbor came into the library in tears. One woman kept saying "this was never supposed to happen again".
But it did and that War has now finally ended- today. Well, these days..no War actually ends does it.
I had a coworker at the greenhouse. She was there for 9/11 and she was forever damaged by what she saw. And one very bad day......she told me it was the smell........that was what she could never get past.
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My husband knew over 30 people who perished when the terrorists hit the towers in New York. It's something that he still can't talk about, how they could be there the day before when he had calls with them and the next morning be gone.
He was so happy to learn that another friend had made it out. This gentleman took the stairs down, down, down and when he got out of the building onto the street he couldn't think what he should be doing so he walked and walked and walked, miles and miles He was so covered in ash and filth from the building that people stared at him so when he saw his reflection in a window he thought he had to find a place to shower because he didn't want his wife to be upset by his appearance when he made it home.
The young woman who fled New York that same day- also walked. Not from being in the building but from the ash and the SMELL of the Towers. A young man found her, fed her, gave her a place to sleep here in Maine. Took months before she would leave the house.
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