(This is not the first thing we did ... but in view of yesterday, this is what I choose to post first.)

Also Titled: 9/11 Watching a Friend Remember her Friends

I recently went to NYC with two friends. My friend Barb is (like me) not from New York but (unlike me) she's become fairly adept at taking her visiting friends and family to tour around NYC. My friend Linda has lived in New York City (or nearby) for about 25 years. I cannot understand the layout of New York City so I was simply enjoying following my friends around. We do not live down there and I only visit about three times a year. While we were out, Barb convinced Linda to swing by St. Paul's Chapel.



Linda admitted she had not been down there since 9/11. Barb told her there were many mementos. Linda decided that since I had my new camera with me, it would be a good photo op for me. I was snapping shots of the city and content with whatever came into view. I think they were also needing a break from the heat and from worrying over whether or not I was going to trip (again) or get run over while photographing everything in sight. Continue...

Okay well ... Violetkey and I are tired of being unhealthy ... I put on some major tonnage this last winter and it's not been just falling off during the summer. So ... Continue...

We have become fast friends with Linda and Ashley. We laugh a lot. Linda tries to get me out of the house. Linda and Billy talk at the train station. Linda and Billy are the new video team at church. (I only type up the songs for display ... well and I might take notes on things that can be edited out.) I sit with Ashley during the services at church. Ashley listens to the sermons at church as best she can. Now. This can have some interesting consequences. Continue...

I have a few announcements. Announcement #1 is that my granddaughter, Noel, was born on a temperature record-breaking day in May. Yes, I've been quietly relishing this event. Photo after Photo in my email. Do you want to see some? Continue...

So ... I walked down to the cafe this morning with a determination: Write three pieces for various spots on the web ... then I could walk home. The faster I wrote, the cooler my walk home would be. I dressed for the worst possible outcome. On the way home, A fourth piece of writing attacked me. I share it with you first. Continue...

Walking or traveling the same route on a consistent basis forces certain observations. Sometimes we are only vaguely aware of the voices stirred by these observations -- they often just whisper to us day after day. Sometimes observations scream. Sometimes the observation's voice is nagging or irritatingly persistent. But then ... Continue...