September Is Here, Can You Remember Something You Did In A Previous September?

In September, I feel like it is time to move. My dad was in the USAF and every time we moved I landed at the new school about 2 weeks after school had started. That restlessness I feel has diminished over time, thank heavens.

In September, I want to buy school supplies. Fresh, clean lined paper and notebooks, new pencils, etc. I love paper and pencils to this day.

My brother was born in September. When he was 2, he would sometimes pee outside, in front of my friends. I was 8 and asked my mother to keep him inside so he would not embarrass me. No surprise that she wouldn't agree to do that.

I found out that I was pregnant in September. I recall leaping around the house with joy, laughing and crying at the same time. Shortly thereafter, I found out I was having triplets. At first my husband and I thought the doctor was joking. He wasn't. You could have knocked me over with a feather. My friends laughed when I told them. They couldn't believe it either. I had recently started a new career and had planned on having one child, not a litter. The irony of this wasn't lost on anyone.
 

September is not a happy month for me. First, 9/11, the anniversary of which always makes me sad even though, thank God, my ex made it home safely. So many others did not.

My mom died on September 12 back in 2005. Then, in 2019, a good friend died on September 13. I was so far into my addiction at that point (I crashed and burned and ended up in the hospital in early October) I didn't get to the wake or the funeral. I still hate myself for that.

I'm glad to see that most of the other folks here have happier September-related memories. :) And overall autumn is my favorite season, so I do like September and October. But that stretch from the 11th through the 13th is rough.
 
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Although I have never done much fall foliage landscape photography this last decade in September, I have done some, all of which is logged on my website with text and images. The below is a for web downsized example of how I describe images. The original high detail image is a 9800x6000 pixels, 3 frame 3 column 1 row 68 image focus stack stitch blend with A6000 30mm. So if one can record events, especially with images, one can recall event details well beyond one's text, far into the future of one's own lifetime that are otherwise lost forever.

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This first image below is a 4 column stitch using my 30mm F2.8 Sigma lens. Pointing a lens radically downward, as I did on this cliff overlook, causes perspective issues during stitch blending that tend to eliminate areas at lower image corners, so one needs to include more subject area than a processed result will deliver. Much of the inner gorge looks manicured like a Japanese garden with considerable fascinating color and intricate small detail.

The shrubs down along the creek are yellow willow, while the mixed red to yellow hued shrubs in their early color change stage are creek dogwood. Just above the yellow willow at right are slightly reddish gone to seed drying fireweed. Note the lichen colors on the granite rock in this very shady, moist environment that are much more evident in the enlarged vertical slice view. The trees are lodgepole pines and note the long snake-like root of the tree at top center frame hugging bedrock at its precarious location. The full image shows considerable interesting detail.
 
Stood up in my sisters wedding - that was back in the 70's.

Last year I fixed a bunch of rotten wood on my basement window and door frame using "bondo" and poly replacement brickmold. That took a few weeks but is looking good.
 
On September 7, 2018, I took the bus to our timeshare in Atlantic City. We loved going down there and intended to celebrate my husband's birthday, which is on the 7th. He had a business matter to deal with concerning his store. He then messed around and let one of his son's tie up his time, which had happened in the past as well. So I decided I wasn't going to wait and wind up getting there at midnight (again) since I take time to disinfect all surfaces and the appliances.

DH was supposed to join me that night, but called and said he was coming down the next day (Saturday) instead. That afternoon we had a mini hurricane that caused the ocean to come up over the sea wall and flood the streets. Next thing you know the weather got very treacherous, so I called and told him to stay home and come on Sunday instead. Sunday he called and said he wasn't feeling well and was going to the E.R. As it turns out, they kept him.

By then, several of the streets had flooded and I couldn't leave for home until Tuesday. When I got home, I freshened up and went straight to the hospital, where he stayed for a couple more days. That was the beginning of my formerly healthy husband's downward spiraling health. He was in and out of the hospital and a rehab over the next couple of months. On December 23rd, he passed away.
 
Lucky me on 9-11-2001. I had the day off. My home airport was Dulles (IAD) in Washington, D.C.

My good friend, Jason Dahl flew Flight 93 that went down in Pennsylvania. He was my trainer on the B-767. He lived in Colorado and if he was home when I would fly into Denver, I would stay at his home overnight, so we could do dinner and make conversation. His wife, Sandy died in 2012 in her sleep from natural causes, but did take multiple meds for different issues. I think she died of a broken heart.

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Lucky me on 9-11-2001. I had the day off. My home airport was Dulles (IAD) in Washington, D.C.

My good friend, Jason Dahl flew Flight 93 that went down in Pennsylvania. He was my trainer on the B-767. He lived in Colorado and if he was home when I would fly into Denver, I would stay at his home overnight, so we could do dinner and make conversation. His wife, Sandy died in 2012 in her sleep from natural causes, but did take multiple meds for different issues. I think she died of a broken heart.

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So tragic…
No words for any of this.. and what you’ve had to live with also.
 
Way back in the 70's, late September, camping in a tent in Algonquin Park with our young puppy. That was a sleepless night. There was a light snowfall on our way out, which happened to be my birthday.
 
Yep …Hubs and I got married on Sept ~ 1987 ..so far so good ~ for second time marriage

clicked up 38 years married ..been together 39 years , it’s next week so we’ve planned on going out somewhere nice to lunch.
 

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