Daniel Greene

Tag: photos

  • Taking a moment away from thesis writing to watch the inauguration

    President Obama on TV

  • We’re proud to be an American

    Andy & I had mixed feelings about our visit to WTC & 9/11 memorial
    Andy & me at the World Trade Center & 9/11 memorial

    Or at least we know we’re free– to walk around this site, that is. As much as it saddened and frightened me on 9/11, and as much as I respect the people who died, the people who died trying to save them–and the people who survived–I was glad to be over the hour-and-a-half ordeal it took us to get into this mall/quad/park so we could actually experience it. I can’t imagine it’s going to be this hard to get in once all the construction is complete, is it? I mean, it’s a public space in public streets surrounded by public buildings. It shouldn’t take that much security just to walk around there. Just my opinion, no offense intended.

  • May your winter nights stay colorful!

    Colored Lights thru Window

  • Introducing Callie

    After my mom died, we adopted her kitty, Callie. I had not wanted to promise my mother we would adopt her, because I feared how our dogs and a cat would get along, but after she died I decided to do it.

    Callie is a Maine coon. Very affectionate and gentle! So far, she is telling us where she wants to go by walking out of doors (no, I don’t want to be closed in the bathroom) or walking up to doors (I would like to leave this bedroom, please). She has found a couple few hiding places where she seeks refuge when she wants to, but she has also stood up for herself to our bigger dog, Buxley. She and Zoey (our little Chihuahua) seem to have no problem but for a little tentative advances and retreats. I would love to blog about this more, but I have to finish my master’s degree coursework this month after a week of sitting shiva amidst going out to San Diego to take care of business and help organize a memorial service. Overall, I have high hopes for our three pets.

  • Mom saved my childhood gift

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    Had my first good cry since my mom died. In the bottom of her handbag, I found a brand new white coin purse with plenty of coins in it, but I also found this old leather coin purse I made for my mom when I was seven years old. It had only two coins in it, and she didn’t need it in her handbag, but she kept it in there anyway. It — I — meant that much to her.