Monday, September 18, 2017

um-hm


Getting very spoiled with what comes out of my cousin's kitchen~this is a roasted portabello with fresh tomatoes, basil, and wee mozzarellas.


Here's hoping that THIS is the week where I land a job, get an apartment, and collect my worldly goods that are strewn about three counties.  I am going to be EVER so grateful to see the rest of my clothes~when I packed in early June, I had zero idea that I'd still be dressing out of that suitcase.  

Living in Grace.  Or something.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

shvitzing


Scored one of the new Metro cars this morning on my way to church.


Still so hotly humid~even if the sidewalks are looking all autumnal.


So, the quest for free activities with a/c continues~back to the Torpedo Art Factory.  I did peruse a bit of the Alexandria Art Festival, but it was just too hot for crowds.


Happy seagull~if you squint through the haze, you can see the Capitol.




Enormous spread of begonias enjoying the heat.


Gorgeous flower baskets all over town.


Pretty side of a building.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

shifts


Still warm enough to be blasting the a/c, but there are hints about the 'hood that things will soon be changing.


Maurice (or Juarez as one child calls him) enjoys the afternoon sunshine. 


Obsidian is the sweet one that hops up on my bed and purrs away.


Well-used penny. 

Friday, September 15, 2017

before you know

I know I've posted this before, but I've been dwelling a lot on the concept of kindness and graciousness this week and I wanted to read these words again.



Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.
 ~Naomi Shihab Nye



The samosas with fresh mint chutney. Happy Friday all y'all.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

well, there are always options


Spotted in Santa Cruz by a friend~suggested that I could set up an East Coast stand.


One of the upsides to sofa-surfing (also, some lovely guest rooms) is the variety of menus that I've enjoyed over the past few months.  Have a wealth of new ideas/tweaks to familiar recipes to use once I have a kitchen again.  (And I'm wowed by my cousin's stellar kitchen skills.  Guess all those years on a submarine created the wish to cook for himself.) 


Still hot and sticky~while I was lucky enough to miss most of the summer here, I am ready for the humidity to  LEAVE already.


Scored a glow-in-the-dark star in addition to my coins today.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

my quite literal $.02


While out walking today, stumbled upon a community garden plot~seemed a bit odd as the homes in this neighborhood come with large yards.  Still, it was fun to look at the different gardening styles. Or, lack thereof! 


One of the tidier and more productive plots.


This beautiful hedgerow made some bees & butterflies very happy. 




Soooooo deeply grateful to have this sticker~especially as I'm in an area where the cops are walking up/down at major intersections looking at these stickers.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

thanks/full


Think I've mentioned before about one of my college roommates getting me started on evening gratitudes.  As we were falling asleep, we would tell each other five things for which we were grateful on that particular day.

I don't remember when that morphed into writing it down, but it's something I've done for decades. Some days the page fills easier than others. The past few weeks have been tough~but that's when it matters most, no?


Today's thanks come easily~my car is patched up (for now) and I received an exuberant welcome at my cousins' home. I also appreciate all the e-thoughts/emails/texts/prayers/candles. With over 200 jobs applied for, something has GOT to turn up.  

Monday, September 11, 2017

seems like a day for poetry






You passed me on the street
I rode the subway with you
You lived down the hall from me
I admired your dog in the park one morning
We waited in line for a concert
I ate with you in the cafes
You stood next to me at the bar
We huddled under an awning during a downpour
We dashed across the street to beat the light
I bumped into you coming round the corner
You stepped on my foot
I held the door for you
You helped me up when I slipped on the ice
I grabbed the last Sunday Times
You stole my cab
We waited forever at the bus stop
We sweated in steamy August
We hunched our shoulders against the sleet
We laughed at the movies
We groaned after the election
We sang in church
Tonight I lit a candle for you
All of you.

~Charlotte Parsons

Sunday, September 10, 2017

what we share together


Gorgeous sunset~I have vague memories of a childhood book Never Miss a Sunset. Don't remember much of the plot, but I remember the advice. Something about how they're (sunsets) not kept in drawers to pull out anytime we want to see one.




Wandering around Chinatown today and looked up and saw what looked like a WWII skyline from Europe.


Continuing with the spires. 


Back to the American Portrait Gallery~I couldn't fit all of this in the shot, but it's the Preamble of the Constitution in license plates.  I'm on the lookout for ideas to create some kind of sculpture with my own collection of license plates~however, I don't have vanity plates to spell anything out.  So far, I have CA, NJ, WA, and TX.  Once I get a permanent address here, I'll add either VA, MD, or DC to my collection!


Just some Tiffany windows in the stairwell.


A Steinway that Teddy Roosevelt commissioned for the White House.


Some inspiring quotes from the JFK exhibit.



The details in these old buildings is astonishing~this particular one was the original U.S. Patent Office.  Wonder how many patents/inventors passed through here that impact our current lives.



Something about a phoenix rising. 


John Ashbery~American poet who just passed away.  Umpteen awards, including the Pulitzer. 


Back to the Hockney.


The States made up of neon and TVs~yes, Alaska and Hawaii were included~just couldn't get them in the shot.


If you remember several of my Seattle photos included the Black Sun sculpture by Isamu Noguchi.  It was perched at the edge of Volunteer Park.  This is his Grey Moon.  Not quite as cool of a shot as the one I could get with the Space Needle framed in the middle, but still nice to see.




Dizzy Gillespie is one of my favorite performers to teach~his Salt Peanuts
 makes my students shriek.  But.  They'll remember that class.

Aaron Copland~another favorite American composer.   


Benny Goodman~one of my heroes for having one of the first integrated swing bands.


Bell jars in the Plath exhibit~very fun as you actually got to TOUCH an exhibit.  All the lights would start zipping around when you tapped on the glass. 


And boy did I clean up on the walk back from the Metro!