A few final photographs from my visit to my sister in Washington, D.C. last week. These include one of 'Mr. Beau,' my sister's meticulously trained and truly wonderful Doberman, another of my sister, second cousin, step-father, and yours truly on the steps of the church outside Lexington, North Carolina just after our late mother's interment service, two of me solo at the National Cathedral, and a final one of my sister and me hamming it up during a long evening walk the day before I returned to Michigan. My sister routinely walks to the cathedral, about three blocks from her place, to enjoy the grounds and gardens. The Bishop's Garden, in particular, is a place she likes to sit for quiet contemplation and internal dialogues with our late maternal grandparents and mother, very much in keeping with the Episcopal side of things. Our grandfather, who was raised Methodist, became an Episcopalian when he married our grandmother. Before you ask, I am not sure tha
I work at a Walmart in customer service. The only thing worse than wearing sweatpants in public is wearing pajamas in public. I've had customers who looked like they rolled out of bed, put on their sneakers or slippers or crocs, whichever is more convenient, and came to the store. In the process, they didn't shower, comb their hair, or brush their teeth. That is a sad story.
ReplyDeleteHello Jon. Thank you for your comment. Yes, I know what you are talking about, and it absolutely boggles the mind. How are things like brushing one's hair/teeth, washing one's face, and pulling on a pair of jeans that fit so difficult before a person leaves home? It's beyond me the depths to which apparently lots of people will allow themselves to sink.
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Heinz-Ulrich von B.