Just another Sunday

Just another sleepy Sunday.

Yesterday we went to Fresno my family and I, and ate out at the Fresno Fish Market. They have a diner in the back, and it served excellent Korean style food.

I bought my roasted green tea there, that's the only place I can find it.

Then we went to Best Buy and my husband and daughter bought some anime. My husband has been following Gundam wing (I think I spelled it right?) and my daughter got another new anime Galaxy Angle AA (at least to her).

I'll have to watch it with her later to see what its about.

Right now she is finishing up with Ranma 1/2 that a friend loaned her, and she giving it back tomorrow.

I viewed some of it with my husband before he went back to sleep. He's doing the night shift again at the winery, and he's once again the crush season foreman. I wish he could stay foreman, but that is up to his boss.

*Sigh*

It would be nice through, it pays more than his usual position.

I'm still writing, and working on some thing I've named Alien heart. I'm about two thirds of the way through. I thought it would be a novella but it don't want to be. I need to finish it so I can get back to work on Dragon heart, but I can't until this one is finished. Its demanding my time, lol.

I hope everyone had a nice Sunday.

Harvest season

It's harvest season once again, and this is the first year that my landlord is harvesting the almonds on the baby almond trees.

So I guess there not babies any more?

Last weekend at five in the am I heard; varoom, varoom, click-click-click, grr-rrr, varoom, varoom, click-click-click, grr-rrr.

It was the machine that attached to the trunk of the almond tree, and shook the bajesus out of the tree and all the nuts fell out.

They did it to each and every tree on our 80 acre parcel that we live on.

Oy vey.

Then yesterday, my husband came home about six thirty am. He gets into bed with me and whispers in my ear, "Their harvesting," and I hear; varoom, varoom, swish-swish-swish, varoom, varoom, swish-swish-swish, varoom, varoom, swish-swish-swish.

It was the machine that puts the nuts in neat line down the center of the rows, and the machine that picks them up.

Great.

We both tossed and turned.

Then my hubby said, "I can't sleep."

Me, "I can't either."

"Let's go to Fresno and I'll buy that MP3 player for you."

"Okay, just give enough time to take a quick shower."

"Alright, then I'll wake the daughter."

He grabbed up a pillow and threw it over his back like it was a bag. "Ooh, Sarah," he said going into her room, "time to wake up."

Whack, whack, whack.

I think my daughter got him real good.

Quick finish; we went and had a terrible meal out at Carl's jr. Went to Fresno and hubby bought me a Zen, and spent way too much on manga at Bounders for our daughter, bought anime at Best buy and then came home.

Then when we were about a mile or so from our house we saw this huge plume of smoke.

Guess what?

It wasn't smoke, it was the dust that the harvest machines were kicking up.

Today I went outside there is dust was every where, on the trees bushes, on everything in my garden, and my car is looks like it hasn't been driven in a year.

But the good news is they're done.

Phew!

9-11-01 A Day We Should Never Forget

Tomorrow for us the US it will be the seventh year anniversary of that terrible day 9-11-01.

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Some one once asked me why I wanted to remember 9-11 with my poem.

He thought it should be forgotten.

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Did we forget Perl Harbor?

Did we forget the Nazi's and all the horrors of war.

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No.

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We should never forget the ones who died, or the heroism that was born on that day.

Some people found courage, and some people patriotism.

The old red white and blue still carried a lot of weight in this country, and it blossomed and flowed turned our sorrow to our national colors.

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This poem is a tribute to the dead as well as the living.

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About my poem; I don't write a lot of poems, but it took me six months to process the tragedy of 9-11, and the process gave birth to this poem.
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911
In God's Name


Allah –they yelled!
ramming our planes into our towers.
lost to the flames the buildings fell,
with few survivors.

Oh my God! We cried;
as we watched horrified,
trying to save them
many brave people died.

Jesus, thank you! That they live!
As people walked with feet of lead,
dusty tracks of tears they shed,
for what they suffered and fled.

Christ almighty! We did swear.
When the smoke then did clear;
our stunned senses not prepare,
titans once stood-- nothing a nightmare.

God there's more?
We learned---four planes
went out with evil intentions.
The pentagon succumb to mutilation!

My God! What happened?
A field in Pennsylvania was reshaped;
the ruin of flight 93 over the landscape,
passengers and crew---no escape.

Allah —thank you!
Prayed He from a cave in a hill.
For helping me to hurt them
where they feel it still.


In God we entrust.
flight 93 loved ones informed;
heroes they were transformed,
together the cockpit they stormed.

Showing us courage in all of us inborn.
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To all of you who have read my poem,
God bless you.
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