View from the Connecticut Avenue Taft Bridge into Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., 3:14 p.m.,
April 25, 2020
Lots of people were out exercising. It's not by chance that our fair, millennial-filled city of Washington, D.C., is one of the more fit places in the obese United State of America.
Sunday mid-afternoon on a drizzly, overcast gray, cool late April day, temp about 56F.
Balustrade in Bishop's Garden, National Cathedral, Washington, D.C., 4:19 p.m., April 25, 2020
"Balustrade" was a word I learned a young age -- like 3 years old -- because of the steps in the house of my babysitter, Mrs. Hill, in Wanamassa, N.J.
We remain deep in this weird time of the COVID-19 quasi-pandemic with the world still by-and-large "shutdown," although the American version of it is just lax enough to keep this whole thing going forever ("Ro = 1") -- which it just cannot do without long-term severe damage to society beyond what is required by the situation.
NY Daily News 4/25/20 print edition headline
We remain in a cool, damp pattern this April -- which has made for a lovely spring -- after our functionally non-existent winter.
For this afternoon, I'm going to walk up to the Target in Columbia Heights and try to buy a some clothes -- new pants, undergarments, and, if possible, a new remote control for my little television. I'm then supposed to meet Fred & Doug for our Sunday evening dinner party and British comedy show-viewing soiree, which we've kept going the past six weeks.
Once again, though, Aydin cannot make it.
Yesterday, I took a long walk on a route up Connecticut Avenue to Calvert Street and thence, via super-wealthy Woodland Drive (see pics directly above and below), up to Cathedral Heights and to the National Cathedral itself, where I sat in the Bishop's Garden for a while having some Goldfish crackers and rum and coke with supplies I had in my bookbag.
Thereafter, I walked down Wisconsin Avenue to Holy Rood Cemetery, where once again, I sat for a while, before heading into Georgetown and, while on the phone with Chris T. in Atlanta, back home -- for a Super Sci-Fi Saturday night TV viewing on MeTV, dinner, and surfing the internet (my new object of interest is actress Candice Bergen).
I conked out just before 3 a.m., and so I didn't make it until that weird late 1960s sci-fi show Land of the Giants.
OK, that's all for now. I'll try to update this blog with a new, longer entry tonight. If not, it will be tomorrow after my usual workday routine in this strange time.