The Only Plane in the Sky

 

I'm usually wary of 9/11 and the way it can be weaponized against people of color, but today I was listening to Garrett M. Graff talk about his oral history. He rightly made the point about how it was the second plane that destroyed American innocence since apparently, everyone including Robert Mueller assumed the first one was an accident.

It was the sheer randomness of death, however, that was crisis-level terrifying. He tells a story of someone who went back to his hotel room at the Marriott to change his shirt so he could wear the tie a colleague had just given him... and he survives, while the colleague who went on to the meeting  he was expected at, in the second tower, does not.

A dear student's sibling passed away (after we had just talked *about* them just a few days prior) so this thing has been on mind a little extra these weeks...
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One thing leads to another...

I really love what the new rug does in my office, but it's making me feel all the clutter in the corners extra fiercely...












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While I was sleeping...

three members of my family went out at midnight for drive-thru nachos...
these photos (shared to family chat) tell that story:

       

Drumline

On our walk yesterday, L and I chanced upon the drumline practicing for their big performance at the game. And eventhough we don't really follow college football, it was charmingly impressive.  

The plan was to shower and get into my jammies for the rest of the day in order to recover from the week that was week #1. 

And, I [drumroll] did.  

Mostly, anyway. 

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Saturday!!

Woke up this morning, peacefully, sans alarm, after slumbering with the three babies in the rumpus room. (I can spy the human baby on the landing.)

I had been waking up with dread and a ready-made headache in the early morning dark most days this week, so this was a welcome change of pace.







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Cocktails with Goats

That's what DD's invite promised and that's exactly what she delivered. Apparently, it was exactly what I needed at the end of a difficult first week back at work.

Daisy, Rosie, and Lily are master clowns and ace therapists.








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Too Much

Just when I think I can't anymore, I glimpse another joy, other possibilities, the beginning of hope...

















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