Sunday, January 26, 2014

How did you meet?

I’m a sucker for
a) tall men
b) men with beards
c) cute dogs

So when I encountered a tall man with a beard walking his cute dogs, you can hardly blame me for assuming this is the story I’d be telling our children.

-Mommy, how did you and Daddy fall in love?
Well, Clementine, once upon a time, I lived in Washington, D.C. and walked to work every morning. I had seen your dad in the neighborhood and thought he was very handsome, and he also had a dog that looked a lot like Rosie.
-Yeah! Lou and Rosie are the same kind of dog!
Yes, they are. So on one cold morning in January, I was walking to work and saw this handsome man walking his dogs just ahead of me. Lou was being hyper, and she was jumping garden to garden. Your dad was exasperated—
-What’s exasperated?
He was frustrated.
-Oh, like you get when we’re late because I can’t tie my shoes.
Yes. Exactly like that. So anyways, he had to stop because Lou was taking a big poop in someone’s flowerbed. He was saying, “Are you kidding me?” right as I walked by. We made eye contact and I smiled and said, “Isn’t that how it always goes?” and he said, “Yeah, and I only have one bag left!” Then I pointed at the dog that looked like Rosie and said, “Is she a red heeler?” And he said, “Yeah!” And I told him, “That’s what my parents have. They’re the best.” And he said, “Yeah, they are, except for when they do stuff like this.” And then I laughed and kept walking. But then I got to the crosswalk, and while I was waiting to cross, he and his dogs caught up to me. “Where do your parents live?” he asked.
-Here! Colorado!
Exactly. And your dad said, “Oh, cool. Yeah, there are a lot of red heelers out west, and not many out here. We got her in Las Vegas.” I bent down to pet the dogs, and Lou loved me immediately. “What are their names?” I asked. “That’s Lou,” he said, pointing to the red heeler, “And that’s Hank.”
-I miss Hank.
I know, sweetheart. I do too. So I asked your dad, “Oh, like Hank the Cowdog?” and he laughed and said, “We get that a lot, but no—like Hank Williams.” Then I laughed and said, “I grew up with a blue heeler named Shania. I named her when I was 9.” Your dad laughed too and said, “That’s awesome.” By now we were on the other side of the street in the park, and he said, “Well hey, have a good one.” And I said, “You too.”
-That’s it?
-And then you lived happily ever after?

The next morning, as I played this fictional conversation in my mind, I saw him and Hank across the street in the park. And then I saw Lou, her leash held by a petite brunette in a fashionable trench coat. I turned the corner and walked to work a different way.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

The Year in Review: 2013 in Photos

A full calendar year in one place-- I haven't managed it since 2006. In documenting the past 365 days, I took more than 6,000 pictures. Here are a few, grouped by category rather than chronology.


With Sarah on her reception day, Belvoir Winery

Caught Katharine's bouquet. Photo by Mykkah Photography.

The world's nicest couple: Heather and Patrick
Not pictured:  Lacey and Adam's in Leavenworth, Kansas. A chunk of iPhone photos from October have mysteriously disappeared.)


Real cheese curds (above) and the Capitol in Madison, Wisconsin 

Caitlin and I hit up the alpaca festival, as you do.

A requirement on most trips home: Kimball's. 
Green Gables, Prince Edward Island

My best Anne Shirley impression

Kansas City's Bond Bridge

Theme parties:

B-day party: I was a baker, in between two black swans.

Summer party in February.

Superhero housewarming

1920s party at the Smithsonian Castle

And of course, Halloween, whereupon I was Alex Vause from Orange is the New Black

Dog friends:

Uh, I can't remember this one's name...
... or this one's. 

Punch Brothers, 9:30 Club

Elephant Revival, Hamilton Live

Martin Scorsese, Kennedy Center

Josh Ritter, 9:30 Club

with Caitlin and Kait, the evil eye behind us

Tour de Fat, Navy Yard

Americanarama, Merriweather Post Pavilion

Bob Dylan, Americanarama

Tig Notaro and Ira Glass, The Lincoln Theatre
Not pictured: Neko Case. Also among the mysteriously disappeared.

Playing tourist:


Vietnam War Memorial

Lincoln Memorial

Stanton Park

Cherry blossoms & the Jefferson Memorial

Nothing could have prepared me for these.

Sister and space.
Just running errands near 1600 Pennsylvania one day

Probably the best street name in the whole nation

Houseboat on the Waterfront

Softball in front of the Washington Monument

Honorable mentions:

beekeeping with Dad

book discussions

lots of Nats games

New house-- plenty of room for you to come visit!

First day at Johns Hopkins

The hardest part:
On September 8, we said goodbye to my grandpa, Bill Moon, who would have been 84 years old yesterday. We miss him immensely.

On my 24th birthday, in June, we had our last long talk. His advice: "Go out there and live your life. Don’t wait around for someone to come rescue you. Otherwise, you’ll still just be sitting there."

Good words to think about for the new year.