Another typical weekend. On Saturday, I helped man my sister’s stand at the farmer’s market for a few hours. After a quick lunch, we then flew into the next town to shop for school supplies for my teenager who isn’t given a list before the beginning of the school year anymore. So, after trying to find something from the well-picked-over, nearly empty bins at the office supply store, we had to stop for something for a birthday party she was going to the next day, etc., etc. It was one of those kind of days.
I don’t tend to watch the news anymore. We just stopped our subscription to our local newspaper as one of several cost-cutting measures. I didn’t have the computer on until way later in the day. Then I saw it. It was September 11th.
How could I forget? Again?
I explained my thoughts on this milestone here last year if you care to read it.
Of course, this year has another added dimension: the furor over the possibility of a mosque being built near Ground Zero. For weeks now, the stories have been flying fast and furious. As usual, when you mix religion with anything, you get extremely passionate responses on both sides of an issue. And miscommunication. And misinformation. I bet the person who first broke that story is sitting back and giggling with delight over the mudball he/she started rolling.
It’s so counter-productive, but inevitable.