Showing posts from August, 2010


They came from Ohio. They came from Georgia.  They came from Virginia, Arkansas, and Kansas. They took planes here. Planes, busses, and cars. They came here with a purpose. They came marching into this marble jungle with their children. With their parents. On their walkers, their canes, their crutches. I found myself both speechless and humbled. They came here to be heard by sitting peacefully and calmly. Hundreds of thousands of people came today wanting to restore HOPE and faith in our fair country. This place we are privileged and honored to call home.  Reverently, they came from all over and congregated at the Lincoln Memorial. They stretched from both sides, past the Vietnam Memorial, spilling into the World War II cenotaph. Into the lawn behind the Washington Monument, people sat or stood facing west and waited. At the Washington Monument proper, families stood quietly as the minutes ticked closer to 10am. With the heat, the traffic, and the masses of people, there was nothing more tha…

1,000 miles

What was that song by Cher? 500 miles? Yes! It was... 500 miles. 

Cher, honey, 'you've got nothing on me.'

The journey of 1,000 miles begins with the first step, they say that... you know? "They" say this to mean that the journey has to start somewhere. Mine started last week. My journey of 1,000 miles. I have a goal. 
In the past two weeks, I have walked over 50 miles and have another 950 to go. If I do eights and threes, I will be done by March. Husband bought me new shoes to commemorate the adventure. We leave our little apartment every morning and head to the Capitol. To the Smithsonian (any of the 18, take your pick). To the Washington Monument. To the White House. To Eastern Market. To anywhere my little feet will take us. Eileen and I are getting out amongst the natives with our boots that are made for walking and stroller made for jogging. We walk all places and spend our mornings together amongst marble, granite and history. Our afternoons are back at 201 I …

Not EXACTLY what I was expecting.

A friend is delivering a baby as I type this and I wanted to get her some flowers. A recommendation of Caruso's found me on the phone.

"Hi, I would like to order some flowers. What is your delivery charge?"


"OH, um... okay. Do you deliver to Sibley?"

"We do."

"Okay, at what price do your bouquets start?


"I'm sorry, did you say $50?"

"No. I said $60."

"HAH- well, that's a little more money than what I wanted to spend. Thanks!"

YOOOOOO.... that must have been one beautiful arrangement!

I've been hot.

I have been hot. Not like Liz Beman, rocking hard body, hot... I mean like, Sweatin to the Oldies Hot.

It is hot here. People do not use their air conditioner. Way back in the day, when we lived in Augusta, our power bill would run in the hundreds, and you could hang meat from the chandelier. Here though, places one would think should not be warm are unpleasantly so. For instance, the sushi restaurant.

No matter what restaurant we walk into, it is hot. Damn Hot. We sit down and  immediately find ourselves stuck to the chair. Leather, pleather, wood, it does not matter. We knock back wine and water with melted ice... luke warm water has found a refreshing new level of quenching. We leave sweating, grumpy, and hacked that it is hotter inside than outside. This sounds like a complaint, but for Pete's sake, CUT ON YOUR AIR CONDITIONER. The last time we went out, and I mean it... we are eating at home until the weather cools off.... the last time we ate out, the Cagles were dripping and …