Happy Rosh Hashana

Cutie is playing piano.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CH1cglpukBE

Ice Skating is going well. She's in Freestyle 3. Her coach suggested she tryout for ice dancing because she remembers steps and her footwork is so fluid. She knows a boy looking for a partner. Aliza was unsure because she wants to do synchro. I told her she can do both. Then she said to me if she could only tryout for Skyliners now, she would make the team.

She also wants to do a real competition. The definition of a real competition is one where not everyone gets a medal. She doesn't mind coming in 3rd if there are 12 competitors. But getting the bronze with 3 competitors insults her intelligence.

Her birthday is coming up in a few weeks. Cutie is turning seven.

9-11

It's the 10 anniversary of 9-11. So much has happened in these years. We've grown up as a nation. We no longer take things for granted. I believe that things happen at a specific time for a group and personal growth experience. I believe I would not have met Paulo and had Aliza if not for 9-11.
That experience grounded me. The market was closed and I saw a double rainbow with my brother and family on Fire Island on Friday evening. Yes, the market would tank, but it would be OK. One month after 9-11 the truth came out about Enron. I met Paulo on Dec 15. Paulo is probably the only person who I could have married in the entire world. It was 9-11 when I realized I was selfish. I am also kind and caring - and selfish. Paulo is also selfish. I believe we meet people who we need to meet in order to grow. It's all about moving the world needle

Paulo is also a person who does not show emotion. Things happen - that's just the way it is. When his father died this past May, everything was so matter of fact. Henry was 93 and couldn't eat or shit by himself. One weekend, he just stopped taking medicine. He had already lived to see 3 great grandchildren. He died a few days later.

Today, I am thinking of grandma Ida. She lived near the world trade center on Fulton Street. She died a few years before that day. She would not have handled it well. I have photos from her terrace on the 17th floor with a view of the Brooklyn bridge and east river. I will post one day.


My boss saw people falling from the towers. He got out of town.