“I don't ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful.” - Pete Hamill
I don't think that I will ever get tired of waking up in the morning, looking out the window to see all of nature in front of me. It is a blessing each day to live where I live. To live where I only wished that someday I could live there. Making this a reality is amazing. This morning, taking Macki to the bus, this was what surrounded us. A beautiful cloud with our home as an island.
Sometimes I ask myself, how did I get here.
There are few pivotal moments in ones life where they can look back and remember every detail, what they were doing, thinking and feeling. I know in my own time I have 3 such moments. One when my mom passed away and I was informed of it. Second was when Lady Di passed. Thirdly and the most poignant, was the events that occurred 15 years ago.
I remember making a tea then sitting down to watch Regis and Kelly before getting on the bus to attend my Ancient Civilizations lecture. When I sat down I changed the channel because it looked like movie was on. It took at least five different channels for my brain to accept that what I was seeing was really and truly happening. I honestly can say that I do not remember how I got ready or down the hill to the bus stop. Sitting on the bus in silence trying to absorb what I just saw while no one else knew what happened yet. It was like having this secret and once I told someone, it became real.
I was late. I saw no point going to the lecture so I found my room mate and told her. No one believed me. So we all went to the student lounge and turned on the news. Time stood still. We watched the South Tower go down. What felt like an eternity afterwards, which was only 30 minutes, the North Tower collapsed. I turned around and saw what was only a handful of students when we went up, to a full room. All of us were in silence. Many of us, all of different backgrounds and religions, said a silent prayer for those who were lost and for those trapped. CNN became our classes.
Back at home we were all glued to the tv, hearing about the horrors of the day. The thousands lost, the families torn apart, children orphaned, lives, a nation, the world forever changed.
Chyler won first place with her submission of a menu in French for the Campbellford Fair!
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I cannot believe that my eldest is now starting grade 9 and my baby is in grade 8! Where has the time gone? Seriously! I cannot handle this.
This will be the first time that Chyler will be attending a school without her big sister there! Macki had JK all to herself and Chyler stayed home with me. Now one gets on the bus at 6:55am for her hour plus ride to high school and the other goes in the opposite direction at 7:47am. Ugh, the feels.
Hi, i'm jodi!
I am a wife to a railroader, mother to two daughters, caretaker of two Golden Retrievers and a Himalayan cat. I live in a small town with a big heart. I enjoy antiquing, furniture re-habbing, D.I.Y's and painting.