It’s a normal day for me. Two rides, average for a Monday. We’re going to talk to the Realtor about making an offer on the house we saw today.
But what about The Day? Come on. It’s five years after that day. Aren’t you going to do something special, or different? Are you going to watch all the stuff on TV?
I was planning on watching some of the coverage. But I was thinking a while ago about how I felt that day, and there’s really no need to dredge all that back up, is there? I’m stressed enough as it is, financially and emotionally, and watching all that coverage and such really won’t do anyone in my family or anywhere else in the world a damn bit of good.
It wasn’t until just a few months ago that I was really able to watch the French film 9-11, where they were following the rookie firefighter. Part of me had really wanted to see it, but once I started watching it, I didn’t like the pain it brought up for me, and I wasn’t there, and don’t know anyone who was, or who lost someone. I caught a few minutes of some of the stuff that was on tonight, and cringed. We know how it’s going to end, and that’s painful enough. I don’t know that I’ll be seeing United 93 any time soon, although the Oliver Stone movie might have potential. In a couple of years.
I’m just going to love on my kids a lot tomorrow, and pray about a bunch of stuff. In the end, I think that’s a better way to spend such a day.