I didn’t see it, but all day I clicked on pictures and videos posted by my Twitter and Facebook friends. I have been fascinated by the space program since Alan Shepard became the first American in space in 1961. Ten years later I watched him hit golf balls on the moon. I must have consumed gallons of Tang after NASA used it on John Glenn’s Mercury flight. I was home sick that January day in 1986 when the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded 73 seconds into its flight. I watched the explosion over and over and wept. Listening to WTOP on the drive home from work today I heard several eyewitnesses to today’s flyover talk about how they wept as they watched the Discovery make this last flight. I feel a sense of loss – not only for the shuttle program but for the national optimism that made it possible.
Monthly Archives: April 2012
Even though I knew I was okay, I was happy to see my best friend Emmy waiting for me in the parking lot of Washington Radiology Associates this morning. I was there for a re-screening after a routine mammogram showed something suspicious. Emmy kept me distracted while I waited to be called. As I lay on the table waiting for my sonogram it felt good knowing she would be waiting in the reception area regardless of the results.
Happily I had good news to share. My message here is two-fold. First, those annual screenings could save your life. We all dread them but do it anyway. Next, never underestimate how valuable the support of a good friend can be when we face things that scare us.
Happy Friday the 13th everyone. I work at home on Fridays so what can go wrong? I am sitting here in my most comfortable chair, sipping coffee and returning emails…in my pajamas. Morning Joe is on. My dogs are on squirrel patrol.
I am not superstitious but I am just as happy not to drive on the Beltway today and I plan to keep things simple today. My most ambitious plans include a manicure and a trip to the grocery store.
What is the worst thing that has ever happened to you on Friday the 13th?
It’s my birthday. The first thing I did was kiss my husband then my dogs. Next I checked Facebook (doesn’t everyone?) and found that by 5:00 AM I had birthday wishes from around the world. Next I checked Twitter – my major news source – and saw scores of tweets about the Indonesian quake. I hope my “experts” are right and that the chance of tsunami are low. Birthday greetings interspersed with earthquake news remind me once again that we are one
I am an optimist and I am grateful. One of my favorite quotes (and I am sorry I can’t properly attribute it) is “when the soul wants to have an experience, she throws an image before her and moves into it.” I may have mangled that a bit, but you get the idea. If anyone knows the source of that quote, please comment. I have been throwing images before myself as long as I can remember. Mama called it daydreaming and building castles in the sky. She was right. But today I have the life I imagined. I don’t live in a castle…but I am married to a prince of a guy. (I nearly deleted that last line because it sounded so corny. I hope you’ll forgive a bit of saccharin sweetness.) Tomorrow is my birthday and I have been indulging in a bit of reflection. Another quote comes to mind. This one is from Natalie Goldberg. It is good advice – especially for a blocked writer like myself. “Continue under all circumstances. Do not be tossed away. Make a positive effort toward the good.”
Monday morning. 6:00 AM. Sounds like the title of a Simon and Garfunkel song, but it’s the message that popped upon my office computer when I logged on this morning. I sent a message to our techs with my iPad, but since their offices are in San Francisco and Brazil I don’t expect to hear from them for a while. There is not much I can do but sip coffee, watch the sunrise and read the new issue of Benefits Quarterly. It’s going to be one of those days.
I woke up too late to see the moon sink behind the trees on the other side of Mill Creek, but not too late to watch the osprey leave their nest for their morning hunt. Mornings here are quiet. The silence calls me to the blank page. Is it too late to begin again? A wise woman told me once that a poet does not have to write every day but she needs to think like a poet every day. That thought brought a tear to my eye. Was that sadness for the poems I have not written or joy for the poems I will write? The moon rises every night. It is not always full.
It’s early. But not early enough. Congestion is already building after River Road on the Inner Loop. Traffic is crawling. There is plenty of time for my meandering thoughts. An ad for Botox and microdermabrasion on WTOP reminds me I have a birthday coming up next week and I’m overdue for an overhaul. In the last year my neck has started to sag. I am beginning to look like Darcy. That extra flesh looks okay on a Dalmatian but not on a woman.