A cirrus-fleeced winter blue sky over Meridian Hill Park, specifically, the southeast corner of it, as seen from the corner of W and 15th Streets and New Hampshire Avenue, Washington, D.C., 3:03PM January 17, 2015.
I was walking to the gym when I took this picture and the two below. It was a chilly but tranquil day with a high temp that touched 40F at KDCA.
As a brief update and in lieu of a jukebox Saturday night entry (since I don't have enough time to find a trio of songs and don't really even feel like doing it) ...
I'm in a really rotten tonight, although I'm happy that I was actually able to get two washing machines and, just now, two dryers to do my weekly laundry chore. I know I could -- should -- be more flexible about things and not so obsessive compulsive with routines.
Having said that, I originally started doing my laundry on Saturday evenings / early night before I go out because it was typically the least crowded time. Not tonight as every 40-and-50-something year old Hispanic woman in the building who pretends not to understand a word of English (even if they've been in the U.S. for decades, and it's not like trying to learn frickin' Chinese) is in some kind of a laundering frenzy.
This Hampton Courts building is about a third that demographic, a third older African American, and a third millennial yuppies (because it is still such a good deal rent-wise, in particular with the inclusion of utilities). I'm a bit of the odd man out.
Anyway, I need to get to Gary's tonight if only to get the glove I left in his car the other night. He is jetting out to Aruba tomorrow for a week, and he's having some folks over tonight.
The row houses and turreted end house along the 1400 block of W Street by Florida Avenue NW, Washington, D.C., 3:04PM January 17, 2015.
I had a good gym workout today -- the usual three-part full routine that I try to do thrice-weekly including Saturday afternoon. I made dinner tonight
I spent the entire $50 American Express gift card I won last night plus another $10.08 on a bunch of toiletry items including an 8-pack of Gillette razors (they're the only ones I seem to be able to use). I won that card at the annual company awards banquet for being the only person in the room (or at least the first one to rush to the speaker) for having a flip-open phone. (I was going to go the Columbia Heights Target but ended up just going to the CVS at 14th and W Streets NW.)
This awards banquet at The Hamilton last night is the one where I got really drunk even while talking to members of senior management (and in one case, doing a whiskey shot with the president of one of the three companies) but where, apparently, and thanks to Andrea (although I didn't appreciate it at the time and apologies to her again if she is reading this entry), avoided doing anything particularly embarrassing or foolish. Not sure if Natan will want to hang out with me again. He's one of the straight 20-somethings along with Nick that I just like going out to happy hours.
A lady walking her two dogs -- one with a bright red dog coat and the other with a bright blue dog coat -- in the 1300 block of W Street NW, Washington, D.C., 3:06PM January 17, 2015.
What kind of dogs are these? They look like the sort that are raced at dog tracks in Florida and other shitty states that proudly allow that kind of abuse. Perhaps there are rescue dogs.
This was right outside the Anthony Bowen YMCA. Oh, the music there was still that "SHREDZ" workout mix crap but it wasn't as horrible as last week. Or maybe I'm just getting used to it.
My apartment smells of a pleasant mix of jasmine rice and Campbell's "Healthy Request" chicken noodle soup that I made for dinner. (It's "healthy" because the usual, like, 18 kilograms of sodium had been cut roughly in half).
Apparently, Americans can't eat any store-bought or restaurant food unless it is soaked in some combination of sugar, corn syrup, salt, and grease. That's what's on their "palate" -- and it's what Jesus eats when he shops at Walmart looking for shampoo, Cheetos, and ammo.
OK, that's all for now. I need to retrieve my laundry from the laundry room and bike over to Gary's place.
Oh, yes, I am supposed to be in New Jersey next week for Aunt Babe's funeral and the celebratory repast that is to occur on what would have been her 102nd birthday. She died on January 5 just three weeks shy of it. As a result, the jukebox Saturday night entry will probably not resume until Jan. 31st.
I intend to update the blog tomorrow.