The title for today’s blog is an homage to spammers.
I have nothing but random thoughts to offer this evening…
- Breakfast in America. I was thinking this morning, as I went on my walk around Pigspittle, about my encounter with a former member of Supertramp. It was just days after 9/11 and I was attending a performing arts conference in Minneapolis. The Supertramp guy, whose name escapes me, was there to represent his light/sound extravaganza. We sat at the same table with some other folks for breakfast. I nearly blurted something stupid about having “breakfast in America,” but like I said, it was maybe four or five days after 9/11 and we were all too gloomy and a little traumatized by traveling. I’m guessing the Supertramp guy had heard enough puns on “Breakfast in America” to last a lifetime anyway.
- I can’t get 9/11 out of my head. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of it. I’m not thinking about terrorism, I’m not terrified all the time. Rather, it’s like how the deaths of my parents still linger. I think of them both daily. An image or sound will brush up against memory, remind me of my father’s hands or my mom’s favorite coffee cup. It’s like that with 9/11. An enduring sadness that hovers around my shoulders.
- Stop right there and look around. This morning, bleary-eyed and pouring my first cup of coffee, I hear my husband say, “Come here.” I walk over to where he’s standing in the doorway. “Look at that,” he says, pointing to the wall. A tilted brilliance of sunlight is streaming in, and our orange kitchen walls glow. How did I get so lucky?
- We got a new camera. I’ll be posting pics of my garden soon. And maybe, too, of the house with the giant eagle statues (seriously, they’re at least 3 feet high each) and the “God Bless America” sign.