Just a few random pics from last week.

I love how this zinnia has a hint of purple with the orange

I love how this zinnia has a hint of purple with the orange

I've been trying to let my dianthus/bachelor's buttons reseed themselves for next year. I'm not usually a big pink flower fan, but I do hoe this one comes back next year. I love the painted look.

I've been trying to let my dianthus/bachelor's buttons reseed themselves for next year. I'm not usually a big pink flower fan, but I do hope this one comes back next year. I love the painted look.

Most of my cosmos (started from seed!) are about a foot tall or so. But this one plant is almost as tall as me!

Most of my cosmos (started from seed!) are about a foot tall or so. But this one plant is almost as tall as me!

The zinnias are just as interesting before they've opened up all the way.

The zinnias are just as interesting before they've opened up all the way.

I like the front garden from this angle - which is OK because this is the side people see it from while sitting at the stop sign. The rain barrell is just off the right edge of this pic.

And to answer the implied question of the day: 8 years ago today I was starting to hate life as a freshman at UMBC (I would transfer to College Park sophomore year and love it). I woke up at around to my (much hated) roomie sobbing and being weird and running out (I later found out she had an aunt in NY – not connected to anything at all, but whatever she liked to freak out). I got on the computer and turned on the TV just in time to get the news of the second tower. I slowly realized it was a Big Deal. I called my mom and went and hung out with an old dance friend who also went to UMBC. I also talked to hubby (then boyfriend), who was in College Park. He was close to DC (and the Pentagon – which when that happened, really hit home for everyone in the DC-Metro region), I was close to another World Trade Center in Baltimore. Classes were in limbo for quite some time, iirc. No one really knew what to do. The craziest thing about it was that we all SAW it happen. We saw the pictures immediately afterwards. What do you do with that?

When we did go back to class, a punk rocker kid from my American Studies class (who would later “borrow” and never return a recording of TS Eliot reading “The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock”, which I still need to re-gank from the internet) shared that he put an American flag on his car upside-down—the Naval distress signal, as a symbolic token. Clueless people were outraged and thought he was defaming the flag. That’s pretty much all I remember. Oh – and it’s BFF’s sister’s bday. I always thought that must suck. Though my hubby kind of has a cursed bday too, for quite a few other reasons.

Anyway, if you haven’t shared yet, feel free to share what you were doing on 9/11/01! (Am I the only one who gets weird when anything is scheduled for that day? It just seems weird. Like “oh – I shouldn’t have this work request due on 9/11!” but obv that makes no sense. At least my job’s current company prez doesn’t come over the loudspeaker and make us have a moment of silence and pray – that’s always super awkward.)

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