The other day at work an older couple came in fully done up in "patriot" regalia. Both had on big, new white t-shirts with your basic slogans of "tough, kick ass" America (ie: "These colors don't run!") and "sad, sentimental" America (ie: "We shall never forget!"). The woman had on red, white and blue earrings and a pin of a flag that was made with safety pins and beads. I was so taken aback by their costume that it wasn't until later that I realized it was September 11th, and that was the reason. I though maybe this was how they dressed every day.
The same day I had some retired FBI agent and self professed heavy drinker ("heh, heh heh!") who said nothing French ever came through his front door. He said how at headquarters (headquarters!!) they've officially changed the French fries to Freedom fries. I said that that was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard. I refused to discuss it. I might have done something awful to him.
Do you see what I have to deal with? These people are going to kill me.
Julia - 8:47 AM
Thursday, September 11, 2003
WEll.
We have landed in "ze container" as a German friend puts it. The tin box. That thing that had wheels at one time. Oh, but I can't tell you how much I love it. I saw a Green Heron yesterday in the marsh out back, and I made a path so we can take the canoe out, as the water is very high. I bought two rugs yesterday, woo hoo!
But don't worry, I'll still be bitter sometimes. Like work, for example, still totally sucks. Last week I had this group in that I hated so much that I was really and truly upset that I could hate them so intensely. So, there's a lot of material there.
So, don't worry about me getting all nice.
Okay, listen, I gotta go do some yoga.
Julia - 8:36 AM
