Remembrance

I would like to write a note about 9/11.  I would like to do something, make some small gesture to honor those who ran in when others were running out.  I find myself unable to even type these few sentences, however, without crying.

I don't know exactly what it is.  Heroics always cause pride and tears and gratefulness to well up inside of me, but this is a little bit more.  I think it's my personal connection to firefighters.  I know men who, although not yet tested, would have done the same as those who gave their lives to try and save others.  I'm married to one of them.  He may say that he doesn't know for sure, but I know him; he would.

So maybe that's the cause.  Perhaps its the knowledge that, in different times and circumstances, I could be missing my firefighter today as so many others are.  So as my remembrance, I can only sit here and let my tears be the evidence of my pride in Americans, my offering of gratitude, and my heartfelt condolences.  May those who lost their lives 10 years ago be remembered fondly, for their best moments.

Praying for our people, our country,

TFW

Jockey Lot

Saturday, I had some time to myself.  Handsome had an appointment with the bottom of the lake, and so I found myself without any plans.  So I decided it was time to take the next step out into the water, moving towards total Southern Submersion.  I went to the Jockey Lot *duhn duh dunnnn*.

The Jockey Lot is a large … collection of people selling things.  Up north, we call them flea markets.  Down here, its called the Jockey Lot.  From the moment I got out of my car until I wearily unloaded my purchases back into it, it was an experience of pure perfection.  Rarely do events turn out to be everything you imagine that they should, but this was one of the exceptions.