Dear Diogenes A

Self just had to find out your name. You looked like you might be Filipino, but self wasn’t sure.

You singled self out for the “special treatment” on Monday, April 16. You went through all of self’s toiletries, pulling out this one and that one, (because who can tell what a potential terrorist might look like — he or she might look exactly like self! Five foot tall middle-aged Read the rest of this entry »

Things Self Did Today, 15 April 2012

  • Took a tour of the Ford Theater where President Lincoln was assassinated. It just so happened that the dastardly deed was done on April 14 (yesterday).  The tour included a walk through the house across the street, where the dying President was taken. He died in the evening of the following day — that is, on April 15.  After about half an hour of standing in line, they let us into the theater and a middle-aged man stood at the center of the stage, setting the scene, pointing at the balcony where the President and his wife sat, at the yellow door through which Booth had to walk in order to get to the President, and the timing of the deed (during a particularly comic scene, so that the sound of the gunshot would be masked by the audience’s laughter).  No special audio-visual effects, no background music, no bells and whistles —  still, it was a very moving presentation.  Discovered that it was President Lyndon Johnson who made the Ford Theater a historical landmark. Learned that the conspirators had originally planned to kill General Ulysses S. Grant, but he did not attend the performance that evening. Learned that, contrary to the Clint Eastwood movie about Mary Seurrat (“The Conspirators”), the landlady hated Lincoln as much as the other conspirators did and probably did many things to aid and abet their plans. Saw the white hood that covered Mary Seurrat’s face on the day of her hanging.
  • Then, self raced to Georgetown to have lunch with a friend.  The husband declined to join her, as he wanted to walk to the Vietnam Memorial.  Met friend at the front steps of the Holy Trinity Church on N Street.  Saw the National Cathedral, soaring above verdant green trees.  Passed Dumbarton Oaks, where self remembers her father liked to stroll, when he was a law student in Georgetown.  Afterwards, took the Metro to the Smithsonian, met up with the husband outside the Freer Gallery, and toured two more museums: the Hirshhorn and the Museum of Natural History.

Looking at a Miro at the Hirshhorn, Sunday Afternoon, April 2012

More paintings! It was the right day to go: the crowd in the museum was sparse.

Cool Electric Art!

  • Finished up the eventful day with a dinner at Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse.  The husband ordered a ribeye, self ordered a filet mignon, but before the steak arrived we each finished a generous bowl of lobster bisque.  Yummmm!

The day was gloriously warm, like a day in late Spring. The young women, in their flowery dresses and their gladiator sandals and their blue-painted toenails filled self with a kind of nostalgia for her youth.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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