State Fair and other thoughts

Day 3 of the state fair is officially over. Seven more to go. Things are going well. So well that I am running out of supplies. Tomorrow is free day so it should be well attended.
Today was grandparent's day. I was able to talk to most of mine, though I didn't get to see any. The guy in the next booth is fond of saying that grandchildren are a person's reward for not killing their children. He says it about a hundred times a day and seems to think it's original. Oh, well.
Today is also the anniversary of the terrorist attacks on the WTC, Pentagon, etc. That was a traumatic morning. I was pregnant. I was in college, in my music education class and the teacher came in and said something was going on. She kept trying to make a TV in the classroom work and running to the teacher's lounge to watch the news. Then she would come back and say something real quick. It wasn't making sense. What do you mean a plane hit the building? Twice? Then she dismissed class without ever actually having class. I got in the car and turned on the radio and finally began to comprehend what was going on. I was at Douglas headed south on Hillside when the second tower fell. I cried even more than I am now remembering it. When I got home I woke up my husband and said that we'd been attacked. He was as confused as I was when the teacher started talking to us. He got up and turned on the TV and it was so horrible. My dad was traveling a lot for work and I didn't know where he was. It took a long time to get him on the phone. He was in Chicago and had been evacuated from the Sears tower or something. I couldn't get a hold of my mom either, none of could, and even though we were half a country away from the tragedy we all kept calling each other until we were sure that she was safe. I was as overwhelmed with grief and disbelief as I am about Katrina. I cannot begin to process the pain of the magnitude of these tragedies. It enters my mind and leaves through my tears without me ever grasping or understanding. I don't think I want to understand though. I remember one time I was very upset about a crime involving a child and I kept asking how someone could do that and saying that I didn't understand. My wise and wonderful DH said, "Do you really want to?" What would it say about me if I could make sense of that? He was right. He's right a lot. He's truly fabulous. I am truly blessed and incredibly fortunate. Life is good. There's plenty of sadness to be found, but then there is that smile...and the smell of sleeping babies, and hugs from small boys who are acutally almost as tall as me and not nearly as small as I try to keep him in my mind. I am rambling and my contacts are getting very dry now that I have had them in for 16 hours. Good night. God bless us--every one.