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With us all diligently slapping hand sanitizer on our hands to kill 99.99% of everything that might make us sick..... where do all the killed germs go?
These have nothing to do with dead things on hands - I just thought they were pretty. Taken on walk around the neighbourhood next to ours on the weekend:
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I am scared of squirrels. Irrational I know and I'm annoyed at myself for being afraid of such a cute looking little thing.
I'd
never seen a "real" squirrel until my first day here and when I saw
them I raved over their sweet little faces and bushy twitching tails.
My second day here I met a kamikaze squirrel. Instead of running away from me it ran straight at me and stamping feet and noise did not deter it. It only stopped when I ran away and then, looking over my shoulder, I swear I saw it smile.
This fear is especially pathetic as I come from the land of more than a few of the world's top 10 deadliest snakes, the small Funnel Web Spider and the Blue Ringed Octopus. I have a healthy respect for these but am not particularly terrified of them.
But squirrels... I give way to even if it means walking onto the roadway; I give wide berth to trees where I spot a squirrel and I never stand still in a park!
We don't have any squirrels in our little yard; I suspect because of all the pepper (chili) plants we have around but yesterday I noticed a neighbour is actively encouraging them .... I would never be able to leave the house if this was at my front door!
This little girl was having a feast. Of course this was taken from well back on the sidewalk!
Continuing on from Lincoln's Cottage we wandered into an area that we might not have been authorized to enter given we did not have visitors passes.... The Old Soldiers' Home. Written under the clock is SHERMAN
The entrance to the Home is guarded by miniature cannons:
Our weekend walk was a little damp as we wandered along Rock Creek Church Road:
The recently restored Lincoln's Cottage with the beautiful Old Soldiers' Home in the background:
Next I need to sort my Old Soldiers' Home photos and its history......
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So, what do we do for Halloween? Well, we had some friends over after lunch, and now we sit here filled with dutch courage, waiting for the assault on our door.
This is our second Halloween in the house. Last year I bought candy though I didn't have any idea if kids actually braved the 'hood to come out trick or treating. We got about 30 kids before we ran out of candy.
This year I bought more of the nasty stuff (that just means that it is candy I will not eat - Reese's cups, tootsie rolls and some sort of Hershey multi-packs). It is drizzling with rain; I hope kids still come otherwise the manservant is going to be whacking on some weight - and that would be a horror! :-)
Some of our neighbours have decorated their houses:
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My laptop has had to be airlifted to intensive care.... over the weekend just after I had downloaded my photos from the Arboretum it developed some very weird hieroglyphic type scribble over the desktop. I have a mac which is almost 3 years old and have never had a problem with it till now.... luckily it is still just within warranty! Usually when things breakdown it is a couple of weeks after a warranty expires.
So, until that comes back I am in a form of timeshare on the manservant's machine......
Luckily I had not quite deleted my Arboretum photos from a memory card as there is no guarantee they are going to come back still on the laptop and that would've been very depressing! So here is the rest of Sunday's outing.
We left the Ellipse where the Columns are:
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We rented a car so that we could get to a friend's place way out in the 'burbs of Virginia last night. When the manservant brought the car home he said that he had had to park it "way down near the park" and that it was pouring with rain.
I said: Oh well you'll have to get it and pick me up (I melt in rain).
15 minutes later it was time to go and he left the house while I locked up and then walked out. I trudged through puddles to the park looking for a manservant sitting in a car - a colour and type not known. I came across a car idling at the kerb and when I bent down to check if there was a manservant inside some ladies on a porch shouted at me in Spanish. I'm not sure they were being polite! (Spanish is on my list of things to learn before I die).
Confused I go past the park and to the end of the block - cars have gone along the street all the time so surely the manservant would've recognised me even under the umbrella (???)...... I trudge back towards the house and see a bright red Kia double parked at our place.
Its horn is blaring. As I get closer the manservant is getting out and as he sees me he shouts in exasperation: God, you really are a damn Princess!!
I catch the eye of an elderly man on the footpath and we smile like co-conspirators as I say: "Looks like I'm in trouble" and he says: "Girl, I say you might be"
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This morning the rain was gone; the sky was blue, the sun shining and the temperature was right for a walk. We drove the rental car to the National Arboretum - a wonderful "park" established in 1927 by an act of Congress to be a living museum where plants are cultivated for scientific and educational purposes. It is 446 acres with 9.5 miles of winding roadways. There are many "bush" tracks from the roadways into the wonderful collections of trees & bushes & ferns.
We parked and walked up to the National Capitol Columns which were originally on the East Portico of the US Capitol in 1828. The columns are set on a foundation of stones from the steps that were on the east side of the Capitol. Old identification marks from the quarry are still visible on some of the stones. Acanthus leaves are carved into the design at the top of the columns.
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Who would've thought that a post on matching shoes to a dress would garner such interest but then I never thought choosing between the two pairs was going to be so difficult until I put them on!
By posting my question here I thought there would be a clear "winner" but the numbers are so close:-
Silver: 12 Black: 10 (Either: 3)
I checked the information on returning a pair and it says that as long as I have the original packaging (and the shoes are not worn), I can return them anytime within 365 days.
Well, at the rate I am dithering around I will be carting both pairs to Australia and making a last minute on-the-day decision.
I must put the boxes and receipt in a "safe place"......
Photo taken at Howard University.
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In about 7 weeks time I am going to be a Mother-of-the-Groom. Now, while I realise this position is not as important as Mother-of-the-Bride, or even the Bride herself, I will be on display more than I'm used to and, as such, open to some fashion critique.
So .... I bought the dress - tea length; slip style:
So, this evening I came home from work with the shoes. I put the dress on and put a black shoe on one foot and a silver shoe on the other.
I called the manservant in to help with the decision... .... So, how helpful was he?
"Oh, how lovely you will look" Blah, blah, blah.. (He said all the right things to say to a wife)
Me: Really? Can't you see that I have odd shoes on?
MS: Oh, well, I was looking at the dress.
Me: I told you that the exercise is to choose the shoes!
MS: Oh well the silver one looks goofy.
Me: Goofy?? Goofy?? What do you mean goofy? What sort of word is goofy to describe a shoe? If I thought it was goofy I wouldn't have to make a choice!
Manservant backing out the door - "Oh".
Me: I wish there was a girl living here!
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So, let's see if you can be more helpful.
I happen to like both but only want to keep one pair. The dress does have a bit of silver thread through it which doesn't show up in the photo. I would probably get more future use out of the black pair. Keep in mind that I will also have very white ankles and feet by December - but I will have a lovely pedicure!
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This morning a little boy, about 6 years old, very well dressed and with a miniature back pack, got on the train with his mother and baby sister. He sat down and clasped his hands neatly together and began curiously looking at people around him.
I watched his little eyes as he examined:-
The guy with a du-rag and hoodie who looked as though crime might be on his schedule today.
The woman in a micro mini which she might have looked good wearing 30 years ago.
The young lady with barely enough material to stretch across her ample bosom.
The young guy with incredible, intricate tattoos extending down to his fingernails.
The woman wearing flip flops even though it was barely 40 degrees and raining!
Each person was subjected to a full scope with wide eyes. As I watched him I wondered what he was thinking. As children are less judgmental than adults, he probably saw very different people to those I was seeing.
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