A Spot for a Lady
 

 
It's a pleasure to share one's memories. Everything remembered is dear, endearing, touching, precious. At least the past is safe - though we didn't know it at the time. We know it now. Because it's in the past; because we have survived. ~Susan Sontag
 
 
   
 
Friday, March 21, 2003
 
Yesterday I decided to sleep in late so I got up at eight in the morning. I took an extra long shower in very warm water. I decided to let my daughter sleep late. She woke up at 9:30. There was no rush to start our day. I had decided it would be like that.

At 2pm I drove her to her music lessons, one hour of piano and one hour of flute. At 4pm I picked her up and drove her to her Tae Kwon Do school where she helped the instructor until 8pm and then took her lesson.

While she was at TKD I went to buy toothpaste, tissues, and cold medicine.

At 9:15 my daughter came home and had a small dinner. She proceeded to get on the computer to "Instant Message" with her friends. She also wrote a couple of lines of her story.

I called my sister to wish her a happy birthday and we chatted for close to an hour.

At 11pm we were all in bed. I opened the book I’m reading, Twenty Years After, the sequel to The Three Musketeers and read for an hour.

At midnight, as when I woke up, I said a prayer for the innocent people in Iraq and apologized for what our country is doing to them and their country.

See, for us, there was no interruption of our daily lives.

“One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one.”
~Agatha Christie
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