A spring day

March has been a moody month for weather. It snowed this week, and I felt very cold walking home tonight. But on a Saturday earlier this month it seemed like spring, and I got to enjoy it with my friend Elise, visiting from grad school, and Homère. I even pulled out ye ol’ camera for a trip to Eastern Market.

But first… some flowers Homère bought me.



And an instagram for good measure…

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The next day was also warm, so Homère and I spent the afternoon soaking in the sun at the Georgetown waterfront.

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My main consolation through all the yucky weather we’ve had since is that it may aid me in getting a not-humid, not-super-duper-hot wedding day. Nasty DC summer can start in July, right?

Can’t wait for Monday. It’s supposed to be warm again!


Oh the weather outside is Sandy

I had to go to work today. As an environmentally friendly car-free American (ok maybe I’m just poor), this involved downloading a new app onto my iPhone (ok maybe I’m not poor), and ordering up a fancy schmancy town car. Aka summoning Uber. Because the Metro and all of the buses were closed, and it was windy and rainy and too far to walk without me being very sad at the end.

But now I am home cuddled up in a blanket, listening to the wind howl, tinkering with writing ideas and bridesmaid dress color palettes, and being very grateful for a warm home and underground power lines and early deadlines. Maybe I will make some pasta. And pumpkin muffins.

And who knows what the outcome of this storm will be (they say it could be bad; I pray you are safe), but I couldn’t help thinking this morning that this quote was very apt for all the brouhaha preceding “Frankenstorm.” Said by H.L. Mencken, and stolen from Anna Williams’ Twitter feed, with the full knowledge that I, with my very ample set of emergency alerts, am probably implicated by it:

“Civilization, in fact, grows more and more maudlin and hysterical; especially under democracy it tends to degenerate into a mere combat of crazes; the whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary.”

And then I also thought how perfectly this storm tests the lesson of our sermon at church Sunday, which said that suffering is to be expected, but that God is in control, is good, and knows how to make things work together for good for those who love him.

“Whatever the Lord pleases, he does,
in heaven and on earth,
in the seas and all deeps.
He it is who makes the clouds rise at the end of the earth,
who makes lightnings for the rain
and brings forth the wind from his storehouses.”

Psalm 135: 6-7

Hope you are warm and dry.

Oh boy it’s hot.

It is hot, hot, hot here in D.C. It’s the hottest July 7th in D.C. EVER at 104 degrees.

Friends and I foiled the heat on July 4th by not leaving the house until 5 p.m., and then picnicking on a rooftop with a good breeze, easy access to blessed A/C and a fantastic view of the fireworks.

I felt patriotic with my red, white and blue. Props to Homère for sneaking us on to this particular roof.

That’s me, Jackie, Deb and Elise! And we had a great Independence Day.

Sorry for all the iPhone pictures. It’s been too hot to carry a real camera around. I do everything possible to beat the heat these days. I wear flip flops to work and switch to real shoes when I get there. I wear dresses all the time. I walk right out of subway cars that don’t have A/C. Just not gonna do it. Winter and I are best friends compared to how I feel about D.C. heat and humidity. Yuck yuck yuck.

Even at night… you gotta keep those toes cool.


There are many things that have happened lately, and this blog could use an update on them. But let me digress to tell you about….


Doesn’t it sound fun? Well it was.

Imagine a big, ugly, 12-story vacant federal office building.

Blah carpet. Fluorescent lights. Few windows. The kind of place you imagine the federal Dilbert might work.

Then, imagine a ton of self-styled artists — some of them good, some of them absolutely wretched — coming in, each taking a wall and hanging their work on it, with others building big “installation art” in the wider hallways, painting the carpet, painting the walls, doing their best to make this ugly place super fun.

And then performers coming and belly dancing and singing and doing who-knows-what at stages around the building.

Doesn’t that sound awesome??

Well I thought it did.

So I kindly asked Homère to take me. We went, and I really liked it, even though most of the art was just terrible. There were a few really good artists, and almost all of the art made me think, so it was worth the $0 we paid to go. That’s right, it was FREE. Even better. Did I mention the blow-up furniture?

So I went back and took my friends. Laura and Lee Anne were visiting from far, far away. Homère and Jackie came too. We liked hating the art, especially the more creative pieces. Like the popped water balloons hanging on strings from the ceiling, next to Post-It notes hanging on strings from the ceiling. Or the insulation painted gold and stuck to the wall.

“This … makes me feel heavy…. with desire.” — Laura, about the insulation.

She was of course joking.

We also enjoyed the bacon room. That’s right, folks. A room of pictures of bacon. What could make you more desirous? And heavy.

And here are a couple pictures from when Homère and I went the first time. As we left we drew our names on the ground with chalk. I think we get the cute award.

If you’re in the D.C. area, the last day for Artomatic is Saturday. You should go.

Best thing ever

You know what the best thing ever is?

It’s a beautiful May day on Capitol Hill, just hot enough to make you grateful for shade. You’re walking down the sidewalk and what do you see? Miraculous words:


That’s right. I got Annie Dillard and a nice old-looking edition of O. Henry. Homère got that little yellow manual about worst-case survival skills. And in it he found 20,000 dollars!!

Ok, not really. But he did find 20,000 Korean dollars! Google tells me they’re actually called “won.” He won 20,000 won.

Wishing you many free books in life!

Christmastime in the city

“It’s Christmastime in the city.”

And it’s wonderful.

There have been so many




pretty things to wonder at

and so much


and love.

I even learned to make latkes (Happy Hanukkah!).

There’s just not much better than a time when everyone decides all together to decorate with red, green and gold and act a little like children in happiness over it.

And to top it all off, it’s all because the God who makes stars twinkle came into our world to make us his friends once again.

So lovely. Merry Christmas.