Wednesday, September 10, 2014
13 years ago, I was still living in Australia. I had just gotten out of the shower, when my friend Einid called me, and told me that a plane had crashed into a building in the US - and she insisted that I turn the telly on.
I didn't think too much of it, thinking it was an air show crash or something, but I turned the TV on, and dropped straight to my knees. I swear I didn't move from that spot for what literally turned out to be hours.
My first thought was my son Josh... and I tried frantically calling the US, while still kneeling there on the floor watching the TV.... but I couldn't get through.
I didn't know where Josh was, and although I knew somewhere in the deep reaches of my mind, that he wasn't in NY, my heart was still frozen with dread. All I wanted, was to hear my son's voice - and to know that he was okay.
It took 3 days before I could finally get a call through to my Dad, and once he had assured me that my son was okay, I could finally start to process the horror that we, as Americans, had gone through.
Monday, September 1, 2014
Labor Day, a Happy Birthday Day... and a Labor Saving Day all rolled into one!
Today is "the boy next door"'s Birthday, and since the birthday boy gets to not only choose his birthday meal, he gets to choose his birthday cake as well, we went very labor saving - in his honor, of course.
If it had been up to me, of course I would have happily worked my little tail off, cooking a fancy schmancy, multi-coursed birthday dinner for the man who's the best thing that's ever happened to me.
But he won out.
Bisquick for the waffles
Oven baked bacon
and homemade apricot cobbler.
All served on paper plates.
Happy Birthday, sweetheart!