Sunday, Oct. 16: I love you, DC.
I love that Ezra and I can ride the bus on a Sunday morning, cozying up with the crowd. We’re the only white people on the bus, but I don’t notice until a conversation about race makes me aware. Three African Americans, unknown to each other before getting on the bus, are discussing Martin Luther King Jr., whose monument will be dedicated that morning. They’re amazed how far the country has come, now that an African American is in the White House. They note there is much farther to go. One gentleman sums up his view of history: MLK, “black Jesus;” JFK,”for the people;” Obama, “puppet on a string.”
We transfer to the metro, which is crowded with folks in Redskins shirts and jackets, headed out to the game. Later, on the Metro ride home, people are wearing white ballcaps from the MLK dedication. Ezra and I pop in the grocery on the way home to buy cider and some pretty fall flowers. Ezra’s in a carrier on my chest and wants to grab the flowers. We have an awkward walk home, as I try to hold the flowers out of his reach.
Ezra takes a late nap and wakes up at 4pm. We wanted to get out and enjoy the glorious fall day…and behold, in the District of Columbia this *is* possible.
Less than two miles from our urban ‘hood, and we are walking in the woods. All three members of our family are loving it.
City mouse morning. Country mouse afternoon.
So many delights in one little District. Thank you, DC.