Today we were in hunter gatherer mode. Yes, I'm aware that we are near that hot spot of civilization called the
District of Columbia, but we thought we
should get it out of our system. Although we spent most of the morning hunting
and gathering small necessary items, Shane and my Dad managed to evolve as far
as being able to use power tools: they spent the afternoon building, and fixing
various demonstrations for the upcoming conference. However, I am not sure how
their trajectory fared into the evening, because they went to go play disc
golf with someone who graduated from the U of A. Either disc golf represents
the final rung in humanity's ladder of evolution, or their development
asymptotically petered out after using the rental jigsaw cutter.
I on the other hand did little to better myself for most of the day, but instead caught up with my Aunt, and her partner. I went on the errand run in the morning, which took us to four different hardware stores, two toy stores, a Michaels, and finally a grocery, all before lunch. That's right, somebody call Guinness World Records. Our final stop was in a shopping center called Seven Corners. The name has to do with the seven roads which join just outside of this location. Whether this is necessary, or some form of civic engineering jape, it doesn't matter; the plaza is a truly fearsome place, and I barely made it out without turning into a gibbering mess.
Perhaps I'm guilty of exaggeration, but it was a welcome rest getting back to my Aunt's house. After we had eaten lunch, Shane and my Dad began a careful execution of the second half of the top paragraph, and I stuck around to talk to our hosts. At length, we covered just about all the subjects involved in a well rounded catch-up session, and pretty soon her partner said he was going to take a drive to Barnes and Noble to look at a book. I rarely pass up an opportunity to be surrounded by paper and words, so I jumped in his Jetta and shouted “Giddyup!” Actually, that last bit didn't happen, and instead we had a nice drive, talking about diesel engines. Fast forward, neither of us found anything we were particularly interested in, and we returned home. Later on in the evening, the two of us started a French thriller by the name of Cache (hidden), and got very near finishing it. Suddenly, Shane, my Dad, and my step mom all were in the room! I had completely forgotten the date of her flight. Not long after, the excitement subsided, and we all settled down to eat a delicious salmon dinner with broccoli and couscous. .
The following day we planned a trip to scout out the
we were all ready, my Aunt drove us into the city. Shane didn't join us;
instead he went to Walter Washington
Convention center Maryland
to visit with another cousin who, according to Shane, has quite a green thumb.
There was almost no warning before reaching the District: all of a sudden
buildings that housed important offices of state surrounded us on all sides. I
began to imagine that it was just a little bit unreal, but DC is really not
that big, so I guess there can't be much in between each national this or that.
We arrived at our destination, and quickly found the convention center busy
with something called “Awesome Con.” Again, I was shocked: my expectation must
have been that the convention center was waiting patiently for the science and
engineering conference; however I see how little sense that makes now.
We continued our tour through DC after realizing we could do no reconnaissance of the building while it was crawling with costumed creatures. My Aunt then took us to two other important stops: the Swiss Embassy, where we have an evening event this week; the apartment of her partner, which we might use for sleeping during our stay in DC. Now well into our city tour, I began to marvel at the sense of direction my Aunt possessed. Maybe I'm easily impressed because I grew up in
Tucson, where everything still largely is
arranged in a grid system, but still the nerve center of the nation, and all of
its surrounding metro area, are somewhat labyrinthine.
The trip concluded just after lunch time, so we followed it with food, and then I became a free agent with an afternoon to spend in
Falls Church. Our party
size decreased one more time when my Aunt stayed home to work around the house.
This meant the group now consisted of me, my Dad, and my step mom. We drove my
Aunt's little car out to get dim sum at the Seven Corners Mall. The food was
excellent, and soon we all were groaning happily. The two of them collapsed at
home for a short nap, and I went out to find a coffee shop. I almost made it to
a fun little spot called SpaceBar, but Falls
Church takes Easter very seriously, so it was closed.
Taking refuge in a nearby Panera, I spent my next few hours, but soon I
returned home to have dinner with the gang. I think I'm starting to get some
bearings, because I only got lost once riding back on bike!
I hope everyone had a pleasant weekend!
The Rufous-Breasted Wren makes a “KettleKettleKettle” noise.
I wrote the wrong name of a wren. Its the Carolina Wren, not the Rufous-Breasted.
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