Cripes, I forgot to post — what day is it again?! A million years ago when I worked from home, I used to feel that disconnect from the standard workweek — wait, is it Tuesday or Wednesday? So I think it’s funny that right now, in a job that is in many ways focused on the calendar (meetings, events, etc.) I lose track. It’s a summer thing…. we’re all kind of drifting along, kids hanging out at home, DC’s kinda quiet. It’s grown and changed a lot in 50 years, and there are still moments, like on a sultry August day, that I get that small-town feeling I remember when I was little.
I love working in a city; it’s one of the most delightful aspects of my job. I live in the ‘burbs pretty close to the DC line, but I work at Metro Center. Downtown Washington is beautiful. If you look at it all the time, you sorta take it for granted. You stop really seeing it, much the same way (I assume) that you’d stop seeing the Golden Gate Bridge, or Lake Michigan, if you looked at them all the time. They’d become part of the background noise except in the odd moment where a lovely sunset, or a tourist’s reverie, caused you to notice all over again. In the city, I walk almost every day at lunch. DC is a great place to meander. I remind myself to look up, because some of the most interesting architectural details are way above street level. I challenge myself to find one cool/interesting thing on my walks. The church with the charming and quasi-secret pocket garden. The bus-stop tourist-trap souvenir joint around the corner that serves breakfast and burgers and –surprise!– really good pho.
I can see September coming ’round the bend like a freight train… the twins start high school, we gear up for conference season, things get crazy busy, every nose to the grindstone. So I’m all for meandering along right now, drinking the sweet nectar of the unexpected, wherever I may find it.