Tuesday, November 21, 2017

The Day Before the Day Before Thanksgiving Brief Update Interspersed with Pictures from This Past Sunday's Rock Creek Park Walk

Tall trees in Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., 4:21PM November 19, 2017.

On Sunday, my good friend Chester and I met at the Silver Spring Metro and -- after entering a finger of Rock Creek Park at the edge of the D.C. neighborhood called North Portal Estates (which stretches up to the very apex of the District at the North Cornerstone) -- proceeded to take an 8 to 9 mile walk into and through forested trails of Rock Creek Park.

A large house at the corner of N. Spruce and N. Portal Drives NW, Washington, D.C., 3:11PM November 19, 2017.

This is in the floral or "fourth" alphabet of D.C. -- with the street names running up to the northernmost one in the District of Columbia, Verbena Street.


We eventually emerged by dusk at Peirce Mill and thence walking up Tilden Street to Connecticut Avenue and back to Woodley Park.

I actually continued back home via Adams-Morgan -- through which I had not traversed in the past two years and marveled at how many businesses had changed, not to mention how much better the exterior of that Marie H. Reed Recreation Center looked.

A telephone pole and mostly bare tree branches seen against a chilly blue sky, 7900 block of W. Beach Drive NW, Washington, D.C., 3:16PM November 19, 2017.

The day was a lovely November one -- cool, variably cloudy with a soft stratocumulus overcast that mostly cleared by sunset as a chilly northwesterly breeze kicked up. (It had been post-cold frontal gusty earlier in the day but the winds slackened -- only to pick back up again, perhaps as a minor reinforcing boundary pushed through.)  

The photos in this entry were taken on that walk.

A large dead root of a very dead tree in Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., 3:31PM November 19, 2017.


Oh, yes, we also had lunch at Mamma Lucia's in Silver Spring -- where I absurdly overspent on a dumb lunch -- and later along Connecticut Avenue, stopped at a Thai restaurant in Cleveland Park and then at Woodley Café for a drink at the bar.

Mamma Lucia's is where for years Gasy the Hangry Chipmungorilla used to get a weekly free meal from a very strange, very closeted, very wealthy man (sometimes in a group). Gasy being Gasy, he usually got it to go because he had so other better offers to which to attend.

Anyway, Chester and I parted around 8PM at Connecticut Ave and Calvert Road -- he to the Metro and I back home, but stopped at my neighbor Fred's place where he, Doug, and I watched on Netflix two hilarious episodes of 'Allo 'Allo!

A man rides a bike with a small child in a backseat at the entrance to Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., 3:37PM November 19, 2017.

(I think this is on or right by the DC-Maryland line.)


As for an actual entry ...

I had intended to post an entry last night -- a meaningful, multiple-part entry, that is -- but once I got home from the gym, and after making dinner and a bevy of text messages with Chris T. and my high school classmate Lynda (whom I am meeting on Friday when in Glen Burnie for the Thanksgiving holiday), followed by watching Perry Mason and the other late night MeTV shows, I just couldn't do it.

(I got really pissed because my stupid digital antenna-based reception went out right at the climatic courtroom scene of the episode -- probably because of the interference from a stupid MPD helicopter circling overhead chasing some shitty street criminal. I hate that that's how this particular damn Universe works.)

Chester along a wooded trail in Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., 3:39PM November 19, 2017.


Besides, most of the time I just want to fume in an entry about whatever horrid social or ecological atrocity that the Vulgar Talking Yam and his gangster kleptocracy -- married to today's cultic "ethnonationalist" GOP are is committing that it gets very distracting for me. (At least we know that the fundie fascists want a human being like Roy Moore to represent their values.) 

Often it entails posting excerpts of pieces I've read by Charlie Pierce, Jonathan Chait, Paul Krugman, Matthew Yglesias, David Roberts, et al., and that requires multiple images to break up the text.

Typically, it's all too much on any given day (late night), though.

Mostly (well, partially) bare trees in Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., 3:43PM November 19, 2017.


My main point is that I simply cannot begin at 1AM what invariably will be some big, huge entry -- and not get to bed until 330AM. I mean, I can't do that and then get to work at a reasonable hour (even with my more flexible schedule).

Yours truly along a forested trail in Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., 3:46PM November 19, 2017.

This was a big-ass tulip popular tree -- a single tree with no less than five giant trunks segments.

Speaking of big-ass, I had to seriously crop this image because the original featured me all the way down and my posterior looked like one of those half-spherical above-counter bathroom sink bowls.

Or maybe it's more like one of those colorful gazing balls with a stand you see in the yards of certain kinds of people.


Another picture of Chester along a trail in Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., 3:48PM November 19, 2017.

Chester, by the way, recently completed one of his extended Appalachian hikes anywhere between West Virginia and Vermont. This one was a roughly 10-day, 300-mile one that took him to the very Canadian border before Amtrak-training back.


Speaking of work, I'm there right now (the only one here) but leaving shortly. For tomorrow -- the day before Thanksgiving -- I'm not even coming in to the office. I'm going directly to Union Station early afternoon and take a MARC up to suburban Maryland to meet my mom. My plan is to stay there until Saturday early afternoon and then return to D.C. (going to the gym Saturday late afternoon / early evening).

A large house along Oregon Avenue at Moreland Place NW, Washington, D.C., 4:39PM November 19, 2017.


My plan is go post a few entries while there since I am taking my laptop with me. For tonight, I'll probably stop at Trade and/or No. 9. I'm actually flat broke until I get paid -- which should be tomorrow rather than Friday, owing to a pay schedule change due to the Thanksgiving holiday. I am so broke because of my Chicago trip a couple weeks ago combined with a period when I had to pay my rent (not to mention I chronically overspend).

Last picture of the day: Yours truly in the Northumberland elevator going to Fred and Doug's place, 8:16PM November 19, 2017.


However, I have a bit of credit card availability. (I postponed a number of payments including two months of student loans, cellphone, and internet, all of which I need to make as soon as I get paid as they are all breathing down my neck (and up my butt). Then there are charges related to that upper endoscopy procedure I had in early October.)

OK, I'm going to sign off for now. My next planned entry will be tomorrow night.


1 comment:

к.нео.физ.де.му said...

love that park. too bad I couldn't join you two