Philo is right. The New York Times was reporting fact. But pictures , and front page articles,Thursday and Saturday were overkill. Don’t know about Friday, threw it out without looking. I’m a New Yorker who has lived in Manhattan most of my adult life. Each time something 9/11 happens, it’s big news here. And I have to hear about the 9/11 families grief. It’s hard to take when you had your own personal tragedy the next month and still feel that to bring it up would be unseemly. Espeically since I have made peace with it, but the wound that seemed so healed begins to fester.
I think that the theater is better so many other places. There are good restaurants everywhere. If I ever miss Manhattan I can fly in and/or watch any Law & Order franchise. Law & Order has an almost timeless quality; it seems to portray a Manhattan that truly ended around 1996. Just what I think.
Shayna’s birthday party is rocking.
And be prepared for Sar’s on Friday. If you haven’t received engraved invites, I’m inviting you. Had a whole funny post on coffee mugs–have a set with pictures of an entire family, I can’t stand. Don’t know how I lost the post, but I don’t try to understand these things anymore. The post below is dark and shows my sorta bitchy side. If you think I’m all about niceness and don’t want to be disillusioned don’t read it. If you know me well, you’ve probably heard more on this subject–maybe one or two of you.
My non blogging friends are all excited as they think I’m coming out of hibernation. For the record was never hibernating, we just weren’t in the same place at the same time, or I was a very boring rendition of myself which is I guess the same as hibernating. Though I’m not usually the life of a party, I am with my friends, and actually was, sort of, until just about four and a half years ago. The following post is basically the reason why I lost that ability, but apparently am gaining it back
Oh right;still owe many comments. And South Florida is only in the running, in the post below because I do love tropical humidity, but I hate hurricanes, and began to go to California four years ago because it doesn’t have any. Then I fell in love with Santa Monica/Venice, and do feel that I belong there. My sister keeps pushing Long Island, while I’m looking for better weather, when I went to the Island after my mom died on estate business or for any reason, people were much more empathetic. They lost many people also, but I guess being physically removed, a bit, made a world of difference.
Yes I live in Manhattan. Yes I am sick of all things 9/11. I understand the importance of the tapes, but I sat down yesterday to relax and read the paper. Do admit that relaxing and reading a newspaper is a bit of an oxymoron these days.
I do consider every day that I have a bad day in Manhattan and don’t think about 9/11 to be a victory of sorts. I understand that The New York Times has to put articles about the tapes on its front page. But couldn’t the pictures be a bit smaller or I have no idea…..I couldn’t stop crying yesterday, and have no idea if I was crying for my dad or for the people who died or for the buildings or for the 9/11 families or for me.
I fell out of love with Manhattan in the late 80’s and could have transferred to San Diego in 1991, but then my dad died. My mom was getting older and more and more blind, I couldn’t leave.
After my mom’s sudden death a month after 9/11 I had to stay to settle the estate and for patriotic reasons. When I was finally free to leave, I stayed because of New York patriotism. This is an amazing city. But my fixed expenses have gone up 90% in the past eight years, most in the past four years–don’t believe me, email me, I’ll tell you the figures.
My 600 square feet of prime Manhattan real estate, if sold could give me more room, anywhere else in the USA. I’m tired of not having a real kitchen or dishwasher, washer/dryer, the simple things many of you take for granted. The cost of food is unbelievable.
In many ways we pay every day for 9/11. We do the citizens of New York, not the people who live other places. It’s not that I don’t want to be disloyal to a city that has given my family so much, it’s that I even have to think that way
Let the rebuilding begin. We need it. The 9/11 families experienced incomprehensible losses, but it’s been four and half years. Now remember I am a person who did loose my mom a month later and was told that for me to grieve for my mom was unseemly, so maybe I’m a bit jaded, cynical and also scared, but I need to heal also.
I know so many people who have moved four times in four years, kids who are in therapy, and more. Any New Yorker who says that they weren’t profoundly changed by 9/11 is either totally dense, totally stupid, unfeeling or lying.
A lot of people have given up reading newspapers. Life is easier that way. I can’t. The ghosts of my parents would haunt me–and I would have missed one of the best political cartoons I have seen, totally agree with, and it’s by a client and friend of Max’s.
It did a lot to take me out of the funk I was in yesterday, and no I’m not saying where I read it or who it was by. But I will thank the cartoonist/author later. In my present state, the wound seems healed but keeps reopening, it made me like it was a sign from the gods, or my parents or something.
In several months the heavy metal band in my mouth should be marching to their own drummer and I won’t have to pay my dentists rent anymore for spending too much time in their offices.
I will be free to leave New York and plan to. I probably won’t sell my apartment at first but rent it, and I truly have no idea where I’m going to move. It’s between Southern California and Southern Florida, so far, with the first winning by a lot.
I will probably regret putting this up. I hate writing in anger though I often do.
It’s a truly beautiful day and I’m going to visit my best friend, Lucia, who often accuses me of personalizing just about everything. How can I not with 9/11? It’s only since i began blogging that I found people willing to listen and listen and listen….
Hey I am my dad’s daughter. We pontificate. And I deserve to heal as much or more than any 9/11 family, because nobody told them not to grieve. I was the person people would take their anger out on. I vowed never to allow myself to turn into an angry or bitter person; I forgot about sad. I too deserve to be happy.
Any comments about how spoiled I am will be deleted. As will any comments I truly dislike. Blogging is a platform for intelligent discourse not idiotic mumblings. Except of course if I write an idiotic mumbling post.
Am over the anger and hurt for now. 9/11 was sensational enough. Why do respected mainstream publications that are required reading in many households insist on sensationalizing it? It’s not fair to those of who weren’t eligible for free counseling.
I read an article in The Times the day of my mom’s funeral about families who had lost members around the time of the attacks and who felt short changed. Never saw a follow-up and I looked.
People are given more solace for the loss of their pet dog, or mouse, then we were. It’s been four and a half years, and I would like to work through my grief without constant reminders.