So, this RE-RUN isn't necessarily for a lack of goings on. Rather, my own inertia - which I suppose is a fancy way of saying, 'lazy.'
DH and I are enjoying a laid-back weekend ... looking forward to a brief get-away later this week. Pictures to come!
Meanwhile, I felt compelled to honor one of my favorite people, gone too soon.
Paris, August 31, 1997.
Do you recall that awful day?
From the moment we "yanks" lay eyes on Diana Spencer, I was smitten. And, in an odd sort of way, I remain so.
One day an associate asked, "Why are you crying? You didn't know her."
Not being blessed with a knack for appropriate comebacks, I sort of slunk away -- probably to reapply my eyeliner. (Again.)
Later, a friend counseled, "You should have said, 'Yes, I did -- everyone knew her'."
Journalist and author Peggy Noonan remembers picking up her Sunday paper: "I realized I was holding horrible history in my hand. I felt what a lot of Americans felt: shock, of course, and then sadness -- and then shock at the depth of my sadness."
When someone dies unexpectedly, we feel our own sense of vulnerability. These days, our nation is reminded of other "horrible history." Remember how, after 9/11 everyone seemed kinder to one another?
We need to walk in a constant awareness. To be kind. And most important, live every day as if it's our last. Because one day, it will be.