It’s the eleventh anniversary of the 9/11 tragedy and it will be the subject of all of today’s talk shows. The very thought of everything involved in the event… from the destruction of the World Trade Center, the crash into the Pentagon and the plane that went down in a Pennsylvania field. I remember the father of one of Buddy’s friends when we lived in Marlborough,CT, who had made his monthly business trip to NYC and died in the attack… which means not only did it happen, but I knew someone killed in the tragedy.
We are at war in the Middle East… still going after Al Qaeda. It is the longest war in our history and seems to go on forever. After the loss of citizens on 9/11, we continue to lose even more Americans because of the attack. I ask my self: what have we become?
I will try to put the day out of my mind. I have thought about it so much over the past eleven years. I am just crestfallen to find it on my mind again.
- Six words for 9/11 (pbs.org)
- The Morning of September 11, 2001 Through My Eyes (re-post) (pumabydesign001.com)
- “The things I wish I hadn’t learned” (thethingsihavelearnedblog.com)
- When Death Came From The Sky (poemsandponderings.wordpress.com)
- Patriot Day 2012 (nebraskaenergyobserver.wordpress.com)
- US Commemorates 9/11 Attacks on 11th Anniversary (news92fm.com)
- WTC Building 7: controlled demolition? Hardly (halfbyteblog.wordpress.com)
Today has been dismal. On the news, the four missing miners are still unable to be searched for due to methane buildup… The President has the ability to pick enemies to be killed without trial of any kind… one out of every four work-aged people seem to be unemployed, like me, and most of them are beyond the ability to collect unemployment insurance… My broken ribs are still painful in m second week of recovery, meaning I can’t really get out and look for work (although I have an interview on Friday morning)…
Life is getting less fulfilling all the time, but I still have some confidence that things will get better. In a little over a month I’ll be 64… and if that isn’t depressing, nothing is.
When a show I have directed ends it is often the thing that spurs a bout of depression with me, and the end of Hunting Of The Snark is no different for me. When I combine it with my current unemployed situation, the taking down I received from at least one of the Full Circle Theater founders (who made it clear that, since I hadn’t put $30,000 into the place I was not a decision maker… or even a recommender), and the cold I have also developed, I am considerably down for a Monday morning.
If I didn’t take my regular medication for depression it would probably be a lot worse… a depressing thought in and of itself. The rainy weather doesn’t help either.
I’m on my way to the store this afternoon to pick up necessary test-strips for my blood-test meter. Maybe a ride in the car will be a pickup.