President Obama, in a 2011 speech
Yes, today is the 18th anniversary of 9/11. I'm pretty sure, if you were old enough to understand what was going on at that time, that you remember exactly where you were when you heard about the planes crashing into the Twin Towers in NYC. For me, it was a beautiful September morning. I was just doing some housecleaning. I had the TV on and happened to catch what was going on. I immediately called Hubby, who had gone into town to pick up some vehicle license tags. He was sitting outside the administration building, waiting for it to open, when I called. As we talked, the second plane hit. Hubby still has the envelope that he wrote a few notes down as I told him that it was happening again.
I have mentioned in previous posts that I have been fortunate enough over the years to be able to visit Ground Zero in New York, and have gone to Shanksville, PA twice. Very emotional, very moving, very somber places.
Today is not the prettiest September day, but we have had quite a run of impossibly beautiful weeks lately. It rained hard yesterday morning, then dried up. I went out and mowed our lawn and then did the property around The Woodbridge Building. I am taking advantage of all the "outdoors" time I can get. Remember, this is Iowa and soon it will be winter. I have a feeling that I will still be hesitant about venturing outside much, come snow and ice time. I walk kinda gingerly around the house, so I will have to be extra careful outside at that time. Blah!!!!!
Jenna has almost completed her move to a new house. I helped my Alec pack up his HUGE collection of DVDs and CDs. Seriously, we are talking thousands. Last count, we had completely loaded 12 large cartons and numerous smaller containers with his movies. Yipes! At the new house, they are thinking about having shelves built in his "man cave" in the basement, so he can finally get organized and truly enjoy his possessions. It will probably look somewhat like a movie rental store when they get done! He is enjoying his new bedroom, which will probably end up getting one wall painted red . . . his signature color. The boy in red. The boy with everything red. What a guy!
The countdown to my next PET scan is on. The 23rd. Then on the 24th, I see my oncologist with the results. I have high hopes. I am not too concerned. After all, this is not my first rodeo, as we are all well aware. If nothing else, I have learned that what will be, will be. There is not much changing it now. I do wish that it will all come out negative. I've probably mentioned it before, but after the last scan, my doctor informed me that if it had come back positive again, that would make it three cancers in 5 years. Not good. Prognosis would have been . . . one year left for ol' Janene. BUT, even if this next time comes back positive, I am calling BS to that! No where does it say for sure what anyone's expiration date is. Right? So I am chilling, staying cool, keeping calm and just getting on with life.
And life is good.
Went to change out the flowers on Mother and Dad's grave the other day. The actual wreath is kinda cool. It is a bunch of little light orange papery pumpkins on a rectangular base. However, this is not my best work. After I looked at the pictures I had taken, everything looks crooked. Sigh. At least it is a fitting color for the season. I promise I will do better next time.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY