I was horse showing twenty years ago, when the first plane hit the tower. I called Harry, who turned on the TV at home in Bowling Green, and saw the second plane hit the other tower. It was a beautiful, clear blue sky day here, just like New York. Jane had just returned from England. It became an extremely emotional day, despite not knowing anyone directly affected.
Strangely, the horse show went on, with TVs at the in gates, so people could see what was happening.
The skies were remarkably quiet and beautiful, but it was unsettling. Like the current pandemic, that national tragedy two decades ago, didn’t change our life much. We have been very lucky and are very grateful.
I returned home that day, to emails from England and the Netherlands (where I had been horse shopping a year prior), checking to see if we were OK, and expressing solidarity with the United States. How the world has changed since then! The tragedy of 9/11 has rippled further than we could ever have imagined at that time.
Today, the team of roofers returned before first light, and stayed until after dark. I said they were Mexican, but I have learned that they are from Guatemala. After lunch, they started on the barn roof and the horses were not happy, so they went out to the pasture. Heat and flies were nothing compared to roofers! Harry and I both have headaches from the noise and the chaos.
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Harry and Stone after a pleasant morning ride
Stay safe, stay well. Peace.