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September 2008
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need new obsession. ideas welcome.

I really miss the blog. But it’s hard to post when all you do is read and work and sleep and eat. Blogs are good when you are creative. Blogs are good for recording discoveries and sharing accomplishments. I’ve been taking things in lately instead of turning things out. Maybe after the knitting phase and the baking phase and tomato and wedding summer I need to absorb instead of create. Who knows.

The tomato plants are still producing, but even I’m getting tired of the same pictures. The two latest beauty tomatos are smaller than the first two (baseballs instead of softballs) and I fear the rest won’t get up to size either. The cherry tomatos are still coming in about 7 cherries a week.

School started. Winter is coming. Blah blah blah. Yeah, I’m real entertaining right now. Maybe I should have stuck with the not posting until I have a new obsession thing.


So I was reading on a blog today at how, seven years later, the blogger tries to avoid when she seeing or hearing the date 9/11. The blogger said it was because there is this feeling that we shouldn’t be doing things on September 11th. Soccer games shouldn’t be scheduled that date for example. That it seems wrong. Maybe obscene?

I wrote a check yesterday and when I went to write the date, I wrote 9/10. Because I obsessively analyze things, I’d noticed this tendency in myself since the first anniversary of 9/11. And when I read that blog entry yesterday I tried to think why I had trouble writing the date. Why I’ve had trouble writing or hearing or seeing the actual date. I don’t think we shouldn’t have class, or soccer games. I think we should. I realized I’m treating it the way I do wounds.

I was in a car wreck when I was 16. I had just gotten my driver’s license a little bit before (maybe a few months, I can’t remember exactly). I was driving down a busy road behind an ambulance. Neither of us was speeding and the traffic was moderate. I was passing a side street that was on my right when a car comes speeding down and slams into the side of my car. The front of it hits the right side of my car, towards the rear. We were lucky it didn’t hit me hard enough to push me across the lanes into oncoming traffic. No one was too hurt. The ambulance drivers stopped, were witnesses, and kept the driver of the other car from climbing into my car to stop me from calling the cops. My car was still drivable, although damaged. An accident yes, but not a terrible one. Yet I still flinch whenever I pass a side street on my right and I’m in the right lane. Still.

So while I will continue to keep living and enjoying life, no matter the date, I’m not surprised that no matter how often I hear or see or write September 11th, I flinch. I just hadn’t realized I’m not alone.

Home Grown Tomatos

So they really are better.

They aren’t prettier. I don’t know what I did to make them crack. Too much water? The bottoms of these babies aren’t all that pretty either. It really doesn’t matter though.

One of them got guzzled down immediately. I picked it, waited to make sure it was ripe, then sliced and ate it. Tried one slice with salt. Salt didn’t really add much. Shared one slice with Bear. He was not appreciative enough. Ate the rest myself. I cannot tell you how good these were. If you’ve only ever eaten store bought tomatoes, all I can say is that these are almost nothing like them. The other Beauty tomato got made into a sauce thing with some shrimp then tossed on top of some pasta. Bear only had the one tomato so the flavor was very light, but it was soooooooooooooo good.

The cherry tomatos continue to be little happy pieces of candy that I pick off the plant, rinse, then enjoy.