Last night, I did not sleep well. Good excuse to nod off on our way to Washington D.C, this morning. However, another picture of the corn field in case I ever forget what one may look like.
If you look closely, you will see I am holding my yogurt and my water bottle sits upon the hood of the truck. I woke up just in time to snap this picture. Truth-be-told, Washington D.C. is only a one hour drive from where we were staying.
Main objective was to visit the American History Museum.
One sad moment came over me as I looked at this huge doll house and watched the other little girls fascinated by it. It reminded me that I will never share that sort of moment with her.
Before, you get to this museum you must pass this.
Then this (under construction)
This.
And of course tons of these as a result of 9/11. You can find these in front of every building of importance.
I am sure some people care about this though I am not one of them.
Once upon a time, Washington D.C. was one of my favorite spots to visit. They were the days when I was proud to be an American. After one has been jaded, one's view-point in life can change. When I was first "jaded", I wondered if it would change me. 2.5 years later, I am a changed person. I could not feel any less American. I distrust the power in this country. I distrust the justice system. I will never cast another "vote" in an election nor serve on a "jury". I will never trust those in power because they abuse their power. We would all like to believe in that "make pretend world" where people are good and can be trusted until you lose the very rights you were given by your forefathers. I know what that type of pain and loneliness feels like. I understand the sense of hopelessness and fear. I also understand "very few" really care. My eyes were once closed. My eyes were once held behind rose-colored glasses. My eyes see clearly now. So, it is time to talk about my wonderful steak dinner tonight and being watched by "him" the entire time.
Last but not least, I caught Bill grabbing his nuts!
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