Yes, Susie Homemaker. Too funny. Good cake. She had a stand mixer. Wow. Me? Pillsbury, Betty Crocker all the way…
We were headed out at dawn. Otherwise I’d have no business taking this shot. Yes, it could be sunset but it’s not. And the open road was empty. Everyone else seemed to think it was good to be in bed this fine morning. So it’s a moving shot. I shot through the windshield again. There are only so many times I can stop before complaints begin. Besides the mission was to go from point A to B.
It doesn’t look forlorn. Maybe it’s been rebuilt. I played here as a kid. On the right there was cliff to climb. I almost inadvertently touched a diamondback rattle snake there. The bridge seemed higher then. There were rocks below and we once found a dead dog. My brother John fished for blue gill and spent many an afternoon alone here.
To the left was a cornfield. The houses are new. And along the bank was a rope swing that hung out over the water. I was a kid. We were forbidden to swim in the river. But that rope swing was so tempting. So I was the first of my cohort to grab that rope and have a swing. I landed back on the shore. I remember I was the brave bold one to try it first. We spent a lot of time and never got wet. The houses look like they have been there forever now. Water view, everyone wants one.
It’s been here forever. Well, at least it’s been around since I was a kid many many decades ago. If you look closely there’s a fourteen year old mowing the lawn. I don’t know how old she is but fourteen was the number that popped in my head when I shot this image. No one lives here? It is an event venue. So you can have your next party. I like the house but an event does not appeal.
I am the worst at remembering birthdays. Carol, Susan, Amy, you know who you are. Every year on my birthday I receive a greeting. It’s nice. And when the time comes I am clueless as to when your birthday might be. Yes, I could ask once again and write it down on one of any devices that are designed to keep me in touch. So to all you ladies, I apologize. Belated or not, I am just remiss and will ever be. So happy birthday to all of you. You know who you are! I remember Ginny and Colleen for some reason. And yes the kids – my kids.
By the time I reached Washington the cherry blossoms were long gone. I have wanted to see them forever. It will just have to be another trip. Meanwhile pink dogwoods are rather nice. If you don’t look closely they are pink and rather colorful. And there were certainly many trees in bloom to make the walk colorful.
A non sequitur, as we entered Washington DC, I discovered that I was in need of a comb. CVS was out of them. I don’t mean one store. I mean to say that I dropped by multiple stores in many neighborhoods. The display signs were there; all the combs were sold out. Come on! Really! It was so weird. No comb picture. Sold out!
If you look online the music scene is on U Street in Washington. There was a parade later this day. But we were here now. So, hula hoop? White boots? Short dress and a DJ. Oh my go figure. I’m out of it I guess.
It leads me to another place near to the subway entrance. This motley crew all wore expressions that serve as ample fodder for a short story. I guess. Or it was simultaneously catching everyone with their mouth open while they ate.
Dinner was a Thai restaurant with a jazz trio. It was too much work to navigate a club. New city different rules. We had enough trouble getting on the subway. Each of us needed a ticket and you had to know where you were going in order to pay per station. To be sure you didn’t cheat you had to swipe your ticket when leaving. Oh my it’s a whole lot more unfriendly than NYC mass transit. But then again I never remembered Washington as user friendly. Go figure it’s our nation’s capital. Or, “I’m from the government and I’m here to help you.” Oh yeah!