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Thought I’d try something different today, so I posted my Sunday Scribbling on my moblog.  It took me about 20 minutes to tap out on my Nokia phone keypad.  While I tapped I stopped for sips of decaffeinated Carmel Machiatto; I do a lot of my moblogging at Starbucks and on the subway.  What can I say?  Those are two places that inspire me.

I got another early birthday/Christmas present.  The Samsung Blackjack aka the phone I’ve been wanting for months.  It will not replace my Nokia; it’s replacing the Sony on my second line.  It’s has 3G technology and an awesome screen, so I can check in my blogs while on the go.  This my friends could lead to some astounding phone bills.  Note to myself - add some sort of package to the account pronto.

I got a few other things done including that all important load of laundry, paying a credit card bill and returning a DVD to Blockbuster.

I’m in Jersey now, waiting for my friend J to come meet me for Mexican food and lots of girl talk.

How are all of you?

I posted this to my mobile blog this morning.

It became my first post to Writers Island 

The Topic was My Imaginary Life 

Today the city is quiet and sad.
It feels as if the bricks, stone and mortar are remembering along with the people.
My journals both online and otherwise have almost no entries about what I saw and felt that day.
Why is it six years later I feel the need to get it all down?
Is it grief deferred?
Walking along Broadway I see fireman in dress uniforms - embroidered patches on their shoulders in memory of those lost.
I remember turning along with the massive crowd when that man shouted; “There she goes.”
The second tower fell within itself in just a second or two.
We all turned and continued up 6th Avenue.
One woman began to sob, a businessman carrying a briefcase hushed her quickly.
“Now don’t start any of that!”
And she stopped instantly.
As we continued up the Avenue, an endless dusty joyless parade, I saw people sipping drinks and dining alfresco in the Chelsea cafes.
All I could think of was Nero and his fiddle.
I walked the five and a half miles home.
If it was going to be my last day on earth then I wanted a last long walk.
The weather was unforgettably perfect.
When I close my eyes I can still see the particular blue of that sky.
In My Imaginary Life the event never happened.
Someone removed those men from the planes.
And it was just another day.

Yes, I know I had one yesterday, but I need another.

I want to spend an entire day at my favorite coffeebar writing on my new Neo.

Yesterday’s day off was spent walking all over the city.  My Jersey friend likes to walk too, and we covered a lot of ground.  I didn’t bring the camera, because I wanted to give my full attention to the conversation.  You know me  - I would be stopping every two minutes to take a picture.

If you’d like to read my Sunday Scribbling please go to Blogforth

Everyone Have A Wonderful Monday Morning!