So I'm driving up DC 295 to BWI Airport this morning hoping that I make the flight because I've left the house a little late. As I merge from DC 295 to the BW Parkway I slip in behind a fellow driving a silver Volvo station wagon and he waves at me. Talk about luck! It is my friend and colleague Todd. I think he must be on his way to the airport too.
As we continue north I see that Todd keeps waving to me. I am amused at first and then confused as to why he keeps waving. The longer I sit driving behind the Volvo I realize that it isn't Todd. Uh oh. Now I'm stuck behind this guy and all I want to do is breeze past him to get to the airport. I'm relieved when he signals to exit at the Greenbelt Road exit. Phew - on to BWI!
But wait! He was just faking. It was all a trick to get me to pass him. As I move ahead of him he slips back into my lane and now he is behind me. Dang. We're driving along at 55 mph and he comes up in the lane beside me. He motions and I interpret this as "Do you want to stop for a drink?" Ick! No thanks crazy man! He is persistent and continues to wave and smile. I ignore him and keep an eye on the rest of traffic. Much to my relief he takes the Laurel exit. Phew. For the rest of the drive I keep looking in the rearview mirror to see if he is going to show up again.
I made it to the airport in plenty of time. I hope this is the last excitement I'll have for my trip.
Tomorrow I head off to Nashville for a conference. I'll be there for 3.5 days. The coolest it is supposed to be is 97F. This is my first trip to Tennessee and I have no idea what to expect and I didn't really have time to research things to see and do while in Nashville. All I know about the town I learned from the movie. Vince is urging me to visit the Parthenon. Will I be partaking of any live music or country line dancing while I'm in Music City? Nope. I'll keep you posted...
A couple of Sundays ago, Charles and I had the pleasure of attending Emma's baptism. It was a delightful afternoon complete with happy baptized baby, lots of friends, family, and kids and babies EVERYWHERE!
Neil asked Charles to stand in for his brother Finnian who wasn't able to make the trip from Italy. Finnian's name is on all of the official documents, but Charles was the guy actually standing up and saying the words. Yes, Charles actually said the baptism incantation! The end result is that Charles isn't sure about his Godfather status - is he or isn't he the Godfather? Regardless of what Neil and Finnian may think, Charles has decided to embrace his role of Godfather using the legal precedent that possesion is 9/10ths of the law.
After months and months of waiting, David and Juliana have brought home one of the happiest and smiling babies I've ever seen. Little Jake is already crawling up a storm. I had a hard time getting the photos in focus because Jake is so quick!
This may be a bit TMI* for some people but I thought it was amusing. Hopefully this will not turn out to be the highlight of my day.
* Too Much Information
So... I'm at work taking a bathroom break. I finish peeing and stand up. I hear "plop!" Hang on - what's that noise? I turn around and look down. There, in the bowl, sitting in the water I see a problem. Looking back up at me is my own smiling face from the front of my ID badge. Next to my ID badge is my Metro SmarTrip, and a dollar bill. After an involuntary yelp I dive in.
I think if it had just been the dollar bill I would have flushed. If it had just been the dollar bill and my ID badge I would have flushed. But no way was I going to let my SmarTrip card with $19.35 on it go down the drain!
After much watchful waiting I'm happy to report that Gemma was not sick at all. In fact, she must have a cast-iron stomach and extra-robust immune system. Thank dog, I mean god. Even though I should be elated by this I still have a sense of dread hanging over me. Why?
Is it the fact that I'm swamped at work and counting the days until my vacation in early August? Is it because our car registration sticker is lost in the mail and we're risking a $250+ fine if the car is caught after tomorrow on DC streets? I've been sensing this for days and the cause finally dawned on me... my DC Jury Duty notice will likely show up any day now.
Every two years like clockwork the DC Court sends me (and coincidentally many of my neighbors) a Jury Duty Summons. The best part about Jury Duty is I get to catch up on the neighborhood news and get a lot of knitting done while we're sitting around. The worst part of Jury Duty is dealing with my fellow empanelled jurors who have one or more of the following characteristics:
they have seen too much court tv, or Twelve Angry Men, or the classic Happy Days episode when the Fonz had jury duty.
they are Federal government workers who view the duty as a vacation and milk it for as long as possible
they are lucky to have completed high school and have a GED
they do not want a murder trial, rather they want something generally interesting but only lasts 2 or maybe 3 days at the most
they are surprised (post-OJ Simpson trial) not to be empanelled with free breakfast, lunch and dinner
they genuinely want to do a good job and see justice served
Fingers crossed I'm not called for one of the weeks I'm travelling this Fall.
"If you arrive early enough we'll have time to visit the cow."
This was the instant message I got while in the UK last week when I was arranging my visit to a college in London.
"You have a cow?" I asked.
"Yes. It is for the students to practice on. It is the only cow in central London." came the answer.
"I can't come all the way to the Royal Veterinary College and not see the only cow in central London!"
I was so excited by this prospect that I confessed my not-so-secret fantasy of wanting to have my own small holding complete with sheep dairy. When he told me they also had pigs, sheep, and sometimes horses I could hardly wait.
The big day arrived and I got on the 7:33am train from Llandudno Junction, Wales to London's Euston Station. I knew that this would get me to the college with plenty of time for the tour and lunch. Unfortunately there was engine trouble and we waited for over 30 minutes at Crewe, England while the engine was switched. Time was ticking away fast - would I get into London early enough to see the cow?
The train arrived in London just 35 minutes late. I found a taxi and was at the college in no time flat. I was reassured there was plenty of time - phew! We were given an extensive tour of the campus, computer facility, library (complete with skeletons, organs in formaldehyde, and journals like Farmers Weekly). They saved the best for last - the barns. My enthusiasm was infectuous so much so that our host took a photo of me taking a photo of the only cow in central London.
Last Sunday I had an absolutely wonderful visit with my family in Conwy. The weather could not have been better. We spent the morning exploring a nearly 500 year old house in the center of town called Plas Mawr. Afterwards we had lunch in the new cafe and took a quick walk on the town walls. The girls cooled off in the afternoon by enjoying a splash in the pool. Sitting in the garden with the sun beaming down, the bumble bees buzzing around the flowers, and the girls playing in the pool made me think I had stepped into the summer issue of Country Living magazine. All that we were missing was a sloberador, I mean Laborador. It was bliss, you can see for yourself.