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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Saturday, January 10, 2015

Friday: Finally Featuring DC

This is going to be a briefer entry. It is almost midnight, again, and since Mom and I actually made it into DC today, there could be lots to report.

Things like:

Mary's first EVER trip on the DC metro.
As led and navigated by me.
Yes, we survived. Yes, we made it to and fro. Yes, we are still speaking.

Though, we may not when she sees yet another picture of herself on here.

The Smithsonians and The Mall and maps
We were there, and oh, there, and there....
The monuments and memorials

We did lots, but it was cold. Not as cold as earlier this week, but cold enough that you can see the ice flows in the Reflecting Pool at the Lincoln Memorial.

We headed back before rushhour on the Metro. It seemed wiser. And warmer.

It was a good, mellow, reconnaissance for future trips kind of day.

But, after dinner, things got a little fishy...
(Or maybe that was just my last supper of fried haddock and fries?)

Laundry was being done, under escort at the shared facilities, and Dad started assembling packing boxes.
It's like he thinks I am leaving tomorrow, and I have somehow got too much stuff to schlep back... And/or he's really ready for me to go?

Family Motto: We love each other... From a distance.

But, as I told some of the parents' new colleagues, it has been fun to play hooky this week, weirdness and all,  but I do have to head back to pay the piper.

To be continued from the train, later tomorrow/today


~post and photos via iTouch, 1/9. 11:57pm

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