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July 29, 2009

September 2001

It's almost time again. September is coming closer, and with it the infamous date, 9/11. Yes, we are moving further away, every day a bit longer, the kids that are 8 years old now weren't born, or just born on that day.

I was in Germany, I left in the last two weeks in August. I visited my mother, I rented a car, we took day trips, visited my aunt in a nursing home, had a visit from a cousin I only knew again via email, and then went to visit a friend on the island of Sylt. My mother was so thrilled, she was almost 80 years old, and very excited to be seeing the sea/ocean once again. She kept telling me, that she never expected to see the ocean again.
We had a very nice time together on Sylt, we drove up and down the island, saw every nook and cranny, spent time with my girlfriend, ate fresh fish, and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly.
After our few days there, we drove back 'home' again, where I had a couple more days, with my brother and his wife living next door.
On September 11th was my return date to go back home. My brother drove me to the airport for the umpteenth time, we hugged, said good-bye, and off I went. Got on the plane, settled in, I don't even remember who was sitting next to me.

We were about 3 hours into the flight when I got up to use the lavatory. I was in the lavatory when I heard an announcement from the captain 'due to terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center in NYC and the Pentagon in Washington, DC, the airspace over the US has been closed and we are requested to return back to Frankfurt, Germany'.

I thought I was dreaming. I was all by myself, I thought I had entered some kind of twilight zone. I just couldn't believe it.

So I left the stall, returned to my seat, thinking I'll pick up a clue to whether this really happened. No outward signs of any excitement, that was good - maybe it wasn't true. I very carefully turned to my neighbor, and asked if she heard the announcement. Yes, she replied.
Hmm. My first thought were my children. Nicole, my middle child, still lived at home. She had a dentist appointment that day, and knowing her, she would go to that, and not change plans and be for some wild reason in NYC, on top of the WTC.

My son was in training in Georgia, and I was sure, he was not anywhere near Washington or New York. My oldest daughter, however, worked for the Navy, was sometimes at the Pentagon, and there was a chance, however remote, that she might be there.

Nothing to do but to wait. Not knowing how bad it was, what had happened, nothing. No further word from up front, the plane didn't even seem to make a change in direction, I was hopeful, that we had been given the go-ahead to continue. About an hour later the captain announced again, we were turning around, but since we had enough fuel onboard to make it, Frankfurt was having planes arrive with less fuel, we would get our turn.

Yes, we turned around.... still, everyone was eerily calm. At one point, a passenger became upset, apparently her brother worked in the World Trade Center, and she started crying.

Still we knew nothing.

We finally landed in Frankfurt again. Bedlam. I tried to find someone to book my return trip immediately, thinking I had to wait a few hours, and I'd be on my way home again. Some lady from L-hansa finally told me to go back home (having found out I had spent the time at my mother's house), the company would send my back there in a taxi. Okay, I said. I got in the taxi, and finally worked up the courage to ask what had happened. The driver told me that two planes flew into the World Trade Center and that the towers had collapsed.
I didn't believe him. I thought he was a lunatic, and didn't talk to him the rest of the drive - about 1 hour.

My mother opened the door of the house, and one look at her face told me the truth, it was all true. Yes, she heard from my kids. Everyone was fine. Those were the first words out of her mouth. My brother was on the way to Frankfurt to look for me.
Then she told me, yes, all of it was true, the towers were gone. The Pentagon was damaged. I couldn't take it in.
I still remember that feeling.

July 28, 2009

Finally the NJ Summer

The summer we've all been holding our breath for has arrived. As they say on Chanel 7, the 3 H boys have come to town.
Garage sales have been lousy, not much good stuff. I did manage to find a gorgeous Quaker lace tablecloth in perfect condition, after I washed it. For $2. Amazing.

My middle darling visited me Saturday with her little munchkin. He's two, repeats everything you tell him, has a mind of his own, and is so adorable, you just want to squeeze him. But that's not allowed! Two-year-olds are very much their own people.

Today I will see me oldest kid's kids. I'll pick them up from day camp. I will have to get a treat before I pick them up, that's expected. Her oldest called me on Sunday to tell me he lost another tooth. That makes 4 teeth gone now! Gosh, he's growing up.
I've been talking about having problems with the photos.

I'm still working on it, this is a work in progress.
This is Shelter Island, NY. I love this photo, it symbolizes summer for me.
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and this is my middle child and myself:
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and here is the middle child's munchkin, fast asleep on a noisy motor boat, with people yelling over the engine noise:
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and Jessie, as always a gorgeous smile.
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July 17, 2009

Friday - hot and humid

Okay, no more weather.
I am still struggling with the photos. I can't believe I've been online since 1995, and haven't thought to blog until now! I don't know which service to use when uploading photos. Grrrr. I used to have a program called thumbsplus, which was wonderful, allowed for easy downsizing, but I stopped using it - new computers, didn't want to pay another license fee - and just used Picasa.
Picasa is great, if you don't want to downsize for the Internet. And yes, my capacity is big enough that I never downsize any of my pictures, you never know, that masterpiece could be in there somehwere!

And I love pictures. Okay, I won't give up.

All the quilting blogs have inspired me to start a quilt. About time. No, not ready to share photos yet, because - see above.

Weekend plans? Yes, babysitting for Jackson, and garage sales. Plus powerwashing more of the deck, if I get a chance. My mother is in my ear 'you have to finish something'.... and she's been gone 4 years from my life - we miss her.

July 14, 2009

Bags

I finally got the pictures of some of the bags I make uploaded. My problem is always that my photos are too large, are too large in blogger, and I don't have an easy fix. Picasa doesn't have a quick downsize tool, and I don't like messing with Adobe. I don't find it userfriendly at all. It's not that I'm not computer-savvy, I just find that program cumbersome, even the less expensive home version.
So, my solution is to upload the photos to a web service - in this case photobucket.com, and download them into my blog from there. Which brings me to another difficulty, for some reason photobucket wants my username for blogger - what the heck is that?! I have no idea. Won't accept my blogername and password... and no explanation what the username is.

Anyhow, I digress.

Here is a sample of my sewing:
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July 13, 2009

Middle of July

The fourth of July found us on Shelter Island, NY. Right on the water, and it was just wonderful. In an old house that belongs to the family of my son-in-law since the early 1920's. His great-grand-father bought/built the house, and it still has things from that time in it. Little has changed in the house. It also has a 'cottage', which is a 3-car garage with 3 rooms attached, where 'extra' guests sleep. It is a treat to be invited there anytime, I love going there in the middle of winter as well.

But the weekend was just marvelous, with the kids playing baseball, badminton, running, playing with the neighbor kids, the old-fashioned 4th of July, or just out of a picture book.