tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585035172230847230.post7586731407969450966..comments2023-10-02T06:50:31.895-07:00Comments on Karen Roncari Fine Art: SPEEDWAY & SCUD MISSILES, or DESERT STORM & ACCIDENT DAYpaintladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15348486243433384143noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585035172230847230.post-53080633894851688582009-04-24T17:37:00.000-07:002009-04-24T17:37:00.000-07:00oh right!, a broken collarbone too! thanks, sarah...oh right!, a broken collarbone too! thanks, sarah jane for the added colorful details that time & trauma caused me to forget, or that I had no way of knowing. It all seems like such a blur in the memory now..all the while, God took care of us all.paintladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15348486243433384143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585035172230847230.post-90730382496117137692009-04-24T17:14:00.000-07:002009-04-24T17:14:00.000-07:00actually it does occasionally....actually it does occasionally....paintladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15348486243433384143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585035172230847230.post-84587838957955698252009-04-23T18:51:00.000-07:002009-04-23T18:51:00.000-07:00i remember that day so well, mom, yet some parts a...i remember that day so well, mom, yet some parts are blocked out. i remember the kind man standing to the side of the road with a concerned look on his face. he had gathered our library books from all over the intersection and was also holding our headbands- julie's was broken.<br /><br />i remember that i had drilled my thumbnail that very day and threaded 3 jump rings thru the holes, and as i lay on the x-ray table i flicked them. it was at the moment, with my knee kind of dully throbbing, and my thigh burning from contact with the road, that the x-ray tech ran out of the room saying "they bombed iraq? no way! it's happening!!" he proceeded to forget about me for a little while as he and his colleague watched the news. it was so surreal, lying there with a broken knee, not even knowing what had become of my sister, flicking those stupid jump rings on that hot pink painted thumbnail, and knowing that somewhere else in the world people were getting bombed.<br /><br />what a day.<br /><br />ps- julie also broke her collarbone.sarah janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07257436108455798763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585035172230847230.post-66056173923226667422009-04-23T10:23:00.000-07:002009-04-23T10:23:00.000-07:00sounds scary, it seems like that painting would a...sounds scary, it seems like that painting would always remind you of that!poppyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07742770370131343107noreply@blogger.com