As of this past Friday, I was finally done as I too-exhausted-to-be-delirious(ly) submitted the 143-page, 323,578 character application. This grant was, by far, my most challenging project in my career as I felt the tremendous weight of being responsible for winning funding for potentially a dozen early child education centers, seven of which are currently under our operation and five more ESS hopes to acquire. (Yes, I am thankful to have a job.) And 143 pages later, I can guarantee that I will know all of the learning outcomes that my maybe preschooler will be working towards.
A couple more weekends of cleaning up and touching up, we should be ready to put our old abode on the market. A new coat of paint in antique white does wonders for brightening up a space. Hopefully, some lucky gal or guy will be as charmed as I was when I bought the place. A warm thank you to our dear friends, E. & E., for their painting enthusiasm as we were able to accomplish much in a weekend. (Indeed we are truly blessed to have such wonderful confidantes in our lives.)
It's Sunday night, and I am numb from sheer mental and physical exhaustion. I'd like to rest now and appreciate the art of doing absolutely nothing.
Before I got on the PATH train in downtown JC, I looked up and saw a gaping hole in the World Trade Center. Stunned, I wondered, why is there a hole in the WTC? The PATH trains were still operating, so I decided to still head into the city. I worked at NYU then and figured, I'd support with any crisis management that needed to be done with NYU students and if it was bad, I'd head home by noon. I ended up getting stranded in the city and stayed with friends in Innwood until the next morning. The stench of smoke in the air lingered for days as dead pigeons lined the streets in downtown Manhattan along NYU's campus.
I can't help but tear up as I glimpse at a magazine cover of the children of 9/11, most of whom were born and never met their fathers or were too young to understand what had happened on what began as a beautiful, bluest sky, sun shining morning. And for the women abroad who were suddenly left widowed or children orphaned, as well as entire villages of families dead after the United States retaliated for the terrorist act, I pray for peace . . .
thank you, Spirit, for Life