Monuments & Memorials

Today was quite enjoyable! We met up with Mike (a friend of mine from APU) for lunch. After lunch, Mike helped us navigate the Metro, and then took us on a tour of the monuments and memorials. Mike's tour included some little-known facts about DC monuments, including but not limited to, the monument to Ike Lincoln (Abe's lesser-known brother who was a hairdresser), and Fred The Ghost, who can be found regularly at the Jefferson Memorial. :)


Here are just a few pix from the day:

The White House

The Washington Monument, seen from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.

The Reflecting Pool, looking toward the Lincoln Memorial.

(This was one of my favorite pictures from today.)

This quote, part of the FDR Memorial, struck me as exceptionally profound.

In case it's hard to read in the picture, here it is:

The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much, it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little.

Last night's dinner ... Palm Restaurant, a rather well-known DC landmark.

Dinner was hosted by a Group that specializes in buying and selling hospice organizations... at least, that's how they market themselves. If I had to guess based on my own observations last night, I would say that this particular Group specializes in old guys hitting on young women.

Scratch that. This particular Group specializes in CREEPY OLD GUYS WHO SHOULD KNOW BETTER hitting on young women. *Shudder*

I was one of the targets... until the tall, busty, Texas girls got there. With my eyes at eye level, I was apparently no competition. Fine with me... I do enjoy my personal space, and NONE of the creepy old dudes were respectful of anyone's personal space.

Once dinner started, things did get better. We were at a table with a woman who runs a hospice in Tennessee, as well as her husband and granddaughter. The granddaughter appeared to be just a few years younger than me, but I didn't get the chance to talk to her much as we were seated directly across from each other. Even so, we had a pleasant dinner and everything was going smoothly until one of the creepy old guys came over to talk to the grandfather, as though they were old friends. I thought, "okay, so maybe not ALL of them are creepy..." but just then, I looked up and realized that the old dude was now leaning with his arm on the back of the granddaughter's chair... and she was leaning so far over to get away from him that I was afraid she was going to fall out of her chair!

I caught her eye, and realized that she was as annoyed with this invasion of personal space as I'd been earlier... unfortunately, I couldn't do anything but give her a look of sympathy. Finally, the old dude stood up and started to move on, and she straightened up in her chair, grateful to have her personal space back. Just then, he came back (I don't know if someone said something to him that caught his attention, or if he just thought of a reason to come back), placed his hand on the back of her chair, and LEANED IN AGAIN!!! I choked. Seriously. Just the look of utter exasperation on this girl's face made me laugh, which is not a good idea when you've just taken a drink of coffee (which I had). The good news is that the choking (to be fair, it was very minor, really more of a coughing fit) served to distract everyone and by the time I was breathing normally, the creepy old guy was gone.

Oh, it seems I've just been "summoned" to lunch... I'll write more later.

Happy Friday!

Almost, but not quite...

A correction: the conference is actually the NHPCO's Management and Leadership Conference... not just a generic conference, as I might've implied. :)

Last night was another great dinner (with champagne, instead of the wine...so nice), and a fabulous time of conversation. Really a treat, all the way around.

This morning found us up and at the opening session of the National Hospice and Palliative Care Organization (NHPCO) conference, where Elizabeth Edwards delivered the keynote address. I have to say, regardless of your political leanings, Mrs. Edwards is a very lovely, very gracious woman, and her speech this morning was one of the most heartfelt I've ever heard.

Afterwards, there was a book-signing where Mrs. E was signing copies of her book Saving Graces. Because I was the member of our party who was not heading to a breakout session (or whatever they were calling them), I volunteered to stand in line and get our books signed... this meant, then, that I got to meet Elizabeth Edwards!!! I have to say, for as lovely and gracious as she seemed when delivering her address, she is even more so in person.

The other interesting thing this morning... although certainly not on the same level as meeting EE... was that as we crossed the street, we heard the sound of police sirens. Being good Californians, we immediately turned and looked, and realized that it was a diplomatic motorcade! This may be silly of me, but it was kind of cool to see in person. Couldn't see who it was, but still impressive.

Well, it's almost time to get ready for dinner... I'll post more tonight or tomorrow.

DC: Day One-and-a-Half

A disclaimer: this may be a little disjointed because I'm still a little jet-lagged. :)

Yesterday was Travel Day! Overall, it was an uneventful trip, although the stop in Chicago - the STOP in Chicago when we were on a NON-stop flight to Baltimore - was a bit of a surprise. There were also a few moments of some rather unpleasant turbulence… the kind that made me tighten my seatbelt so that it was really more appropriate for a small child. (“I don’t care if it cuts me in half, I WANT TO LIVE!!!”) Truth be told, I wasn’t so worried about the turbulence itself as I was the effect it was having on my mother. Prone to motion sickness, I’m pretty sure her face turned a couple of different shades of green. The problem we were facing was that if she became sick enough to toss her proverbial cookies, I as a sympathy barfer would be compelled to join in the fun. You can see why that would be a bad thing. Happily, she survived, and neither of us lost our lunch (or the airplane peanuts that substituted for afore-mentioned lunch).

Fast-forward to the Baltimore airport, where we met up with our luggage and found ourselves piled in to a minivan-taxi with a very old man driving. He reminded me of my grandpa, except the the minivan didn't have enough bumper stickers. The only thing of note during the drive from Baltimore to DC (other than the scenery) was that I’m pretty sure we passed one of the cars from Super Troopers. They'd pulled somebody over on the other side of the highway, and since we were going in the opposite direction, we passed them so quickly that I didn’t have the opportunity to listen for any meows. I didn't point them out to anyone else in the minivan because I kind of think that no one else would have understood the reference. Meow.

We arrived at the hotel in the midst of a thunderstorm, which changed our dinner plans… originally, we were going to take a walk from our lovely hotel through the lovely neighborhood to a local Italian restaurant. Jill had been there before, and by the time she finished telling us about the owner who makes the pasta fresh everyday, our mouths were watering! BUT... when we got out of the minivan-taxi at the hotel, it was thunderstorming (windy, rainy, thundery), so we very quickly decided to NOT walk around in the midst of the storm. Plan B was eating at one of the restaurants in the hotel... and as Plan Bs go, this was an EXTREMELY satisfactory replacement! I had the best crabcakes I've ever had... and the glass of wine was quite nice, too. The end of the meowmeal found me in a warm, happy food coma.

That was pretty much the end of yesterday, although I suppose I should mention that there was an incident with a vending meowmachine that only takes credit cards, and the subsequent birth of the Vending Machine Success Dance. Yes, that was me... no, you can't see it - it was spontaneous and impossible to replicate. I can tell you that Mom's version of the VMSD was more of a Cabbage Patch, and therefore QUITE hilarious!

Today has been quiet... well, for me, at least. :)

Mom and Jill started meetings first thing this morning... I, on the other hand, happily took advantage of the opportunity to sleep in (mmmmmeow). I did leave the room for a while so that the very patient housekeeping staff could do their thing... but came back so that I could check emails, etc...

That's all for now, but here are a couple of pix of the view from our room (forgive any water-spots - it rained earlier today):

Not too bad, right? Here's one more... forgive all the roofs, but note the church spires in the background!

I'll post again soon... hope you're having as much fun as we are! Meow.