Bubbles in Central Park

It’s been a long time since I updated this blog. I’m still thinking of fairy stories. Homère is well and loves his job. I finished grad school. And I went to New York City this last weekend and saw this man making giant bubbles at a corner of Central Park. It was magical.

More photos and updates to come, I hope.

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Fairy stories

I’m in grad school and working now. Homère is doing different shifts every month on his training rotation. (Clearly I haven’t updated this blog in forever.) Our house is usually a mess, and I have a long list of household tasks and homework assignments that need attention. So what did I spend my fall break doing? Yep, you guessed it: re-reading Harry Potter.

How does a grown woman still cry when Gryffindor wins the house cup because Neville tried to stop his friends from leaving the common room? I don’t know. This is just the first book, people. Not super emotional stuff. But it totally happened.

And the wonder of it all has me thinking of J.R.R. Tolkien’s essay on fairy stories, and their “fleeting glimpse of Joy,” their foretaste of eternity:

“The consolation of fairy stories, the joy of the happy ending; or more correctly, the good catastrophe, the sudden, joyous “turn” (for there is no true end to a fairy tale); this joy, which is one of the things that fairy stories can produce supremely well, is not essentially escapist or fugitive. In it’s fairy tale or other world setting, it is a sudden and miraculous grace, never to be counted on to reoccur. It does not deny the existence of dyscatastrophe, or sorrow and failure, the possibility of these is necessary to the joy of deliverance. It denies, (in the face of much evidence if you will) universal final defeat and in so far is evangelium, giving a fleeting glimpse of Joy, Joy beyond the walls of the world, poignant as grief.”

(Image by N.C. Wyeth, because I am in love with his illustrations and his son’s paintings after a recent visit to the National Gallery of Art.)

Mile High for Year One

Homère surprised me with a weekend trip to Colorado to celebrate our first anniversary. He knew I love nature and the Rockies, so he took me there, even though he himself is not a fan of 1) heights 2) hiking. (At one point during our time traipsing about Rocky Mountain National Park, he said: “That’s it. Bump nature. Our kids are going to be city slickers.” I love him.) The views were beautiful, and while I have many more thoughts on our first year together, for now I will just share photos.

Pictured below: Georgetown, Colorado; Mount Evans; Rocky Mountain National Park, including Dream Lake and Emerald Lake.

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4 things we’ve done lately that I recommend

We’ve been busy lately. Who isn’t? The Sanitation Saga required us to move out and move back into our apartment. (More on that later.) But the past few weekends have been filled with quite a few fun adventures, some of which I thought I’d share here, as they come highly recommended.

Once you live in D.C. for a while, and you’ve gone to the monuments and museums five zillion times, it’s easy to think there’s nothing else really to see—which is false. Lately it seems like there’s a concert around every corner, a bit of history on every walk. J. Edgar Hoover’s grave is a ten-minute walk from our apartment. The cathedral across from my office hosted JFK’s funeral. I’m preaching to myself as well when I tell you: Go exploring. It’s good for you.

So without further ado, a few things I recommend:

1) Go to Harper’s Ferry.

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Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia is oozing with history (Thomas Jefferson’s Rock, John Brown, Battle of Harper’s Ferry), but no one told me the National Park Service had preserved a nice little row of old-timey buildings for visitors to explore. You can poke your head in at the 19th century watch shop and the sweet shop, as well as the museums. And you can cross the river on a foot bridge, splash in the water, and eat delicious ice cream. And guess what? It’s only an hour and twenty minutes from D.C. Geography is weird.

2) Play games at LabyrinthIMG_5336I love this store. If I could, I would just buy all my relatives games on every birthday and holiday. The nice store people also let you test out the games in the back of the store. Homère and I tried out a game called “Jamaica” the other day—it was decent but sadly taught me zilch about Jamaica.

3) Go to open houses. IMG_5330Open houses aren’t just for home buyers! They are for nosey people who might buy a home someday but really just want to see more of D.C.’s nooks and crannies and marvel at D.C.’s crazy home prices. This million-dollar home had a beautiful backyard patio but super creaky wood floors and a scary basement. And kind of a weird bathroom.

4) Go to next year’s Truck Touch.IMG_5583Seriously, this is like the best idea ever. What is a Truck Touch, you ask? It’s when D.C. brings out all its trucks — garbage trucks, cement trucks, street cleaners, SWAT trucks, fire trucks — and a horse and a helicopter, and lets kids (and grown-ups) TOUCH them! Genius. The kids can also climb into the driver’s seat on some of them, so prepare yourself for a lot of honking. If you don’t have kids, the best way to go to the Truck Touch is to borrow one of your friend’s kids (like we did — pro move) and pretend like you fit in with the parent types. Go next year, or find one in the suburbs. It’s awesome.

That’s all for now. Let me know if you have more secretly amazing D.C. things we should do this summer!

 

 

 

 

Good Friday

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Ah, holy Jesus, how hast Thou offended,
That man to judge Thee hath in hate pretended?
By foes derided, by Thine own rejected,
O most afflicted.

Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon Thee?
Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone Thee.
’Twas I, Lord, Jesus, I it was denied Thee!
I crucified Thee.

Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered;
The slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered;
For man’s atonement, while he nothing heedeth,
God intercedeth.

For me, kind Jesus, was Thy incarnation,
Thy mortal sorrow, and Thy life’s oblation;
Thy death of anguish and Thy bitter passion,
For my salvation.

Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay Thee,
I do adore Thee, and will ever pray Thee,
Think on Thy pity and Thy love unswerving,
Not my deserving.

For dappled things

March was a terrible tease here in D.C.

One weekend we got this beautiful weather:

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Followed, not too long after, by this:

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But since March ended, spring finally got its act together, and more and more the days and the flowers and the breezes are reminding me of this poem I like, and which I thought you would like, by Gerard Manley Hopkins:

Glory be to God for dappled things—
   For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
      For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
   Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
      And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
   Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
      With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
 Praise Him.

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Photos from ye ol’ iPhone, of Congressional Cemetery, some places in the Capitol Hill area, Lincoln Park, and the National Arboretum.

 

Our apartment

These pictures are long overdue, but TADA! I finally framed our Jamaica map, and voila! photos.

When we returned from our honeymoon, our apartment was a room full of boxes. It’s been really fun to turn it into a home.

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Come visit us! We have a couch and an air mattress and even… a TV! It’s a recent addition; I just now managed to convince myself we weren’t returning it and it was OK to take the plastic off.apartment443

I wanted big art on this wall, but didn’t want to spend a lot of money. Thus, this Pinterest project. I got insulation from Home Depot and covered it with fabric.

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The entire living/dining area, made to look way bigger by panorama. Basically a map of our entire apartment.

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Gallery wall! A work in progress.apartment444

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The painting above is another DIY project (thanks to my friend Paige for doing the actual DIYing). apartment447

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So thankful for windows and the genius who invented duvet covers that are supposed to be wrinkly.

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The view out our living room windows. It’s better in summer, but I love those trees.

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And the best part of our little apartment: this guy. Reading his Time magazine.