Friday, March 21, 2003
For a Minute There, . . .
The day the attack on Iraq started, I went through our morning routine in a neo 9/11 daze, an empty, wandering feeling. I didn't monopolize conversations. I didnt comment on too much eyeliner. I made breakfast.
Was I off.
It got worse. As I exited the nursery school, on my last drop off before work, a family was coming in. The father, mother, and young son were each wearing leather coats (not jackets) and the two little girls were in black pea coats. A magazine family right there in front of me. This was perfect material for a self-effacing joke, like
Our morning coordination consists of one item: Is your underwear on backwards? No? Ok, let's go.
But nothing came. That is when it hit me that I was experiencing that post September 11 sensation I had never wanted to have again. Thank goodness for National Public Radio. NPR was airing a piece on increased security around the country. Even Mount Rushmore is under heightened surveillance, the reported.
Mount Rushmore? All I could envision was those four block heads in grey, with a pitch black mustache on George Washington. I smiled. I was free to be obnoxious again.
(This one's for Kate S.)