Places (Not) in DC, III

Dear internet,

Yet again another edition of Places Not In DC!

Where is this place of tall towers located? Bonus points if you can guess the neighborhood, not just the city.

ballston arlington empty streets
Absent from the landscape are the native fauna, the Bro-a-saurus




100 at heart

Dear internet,

1. I really like reading books on my phone on the Libby app. I put so many books on hold in February and now I have too many books to read. Yay DCPL. Prior to January I never read e-books because I am 100 years old at heart. But I read a lot more + no library book germs with the app. Also there’s a fun part where they predict how long it will take you to finish a book. Fun and a bit of surveillance, too. I am reading The Little Book of Hygge and Daisy Jones and the Six right now. Just finished One Day: The Extraordinary Story of One Day.

2. The pediatric well-child appointment looms ahead of us. I got a call from the clinic asking some pre-screening questions, such as “have you or anyone in your household lost their sense of taste or smell in the last two weeks?”  It’s strange times.

We decided it was better to take il Bambino to her appointment and get all the shots etc than to postpone it to the 30th of never. Only one of us can go with her and we have to wear masks.

It will be weird to be inside a building other than our apartment building. I haven’t been anywhere indoors since March 11 when I went to the panic-buying arena that is (was?) the supermarket.


Sometimes it’s hard to know what to do

Dear internet,

A lot of conversations these days are like, “I have this symptom…could it be covid-19”? I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the people I know.

I had a head ache this morning and 99 percent of me, the logical part of my brain, was like, clearly it is the humid air coming in to the DC area, I always get tremendous headaches with massive changes in humidity, time to drink a half a liter of water and take some headache medicine.

but the 1% of me, the scaredy-cat brain, was like, “Coronavirus??” I took some ibuprofen because it’s the only thing that works BUT it’s also the medicine that may cause coronavirus complications…oh well. My head does feel a lot better. sometimes it’s hard to know what to do.

Second-guessing yourself all day is exhausting. Maybe that’s why everyone is sleeping so much/not at all.



Morning routine

Dear internet,

We all get up and enjoy a delicious breakfast of toilet paper sandwiches with a Clorox wipe garnish. Il Bambino builds endless towers of paper towels and toilet paper. Then we glue ourselves into various chairs around the home to hypnotize ourselves with bad news on various news mediums–radio, tv, personal communication devices. We rend our clothes a little bit and tear at our hair, what little we have left at this point. Nobody conducts any form of personal hygiene except aimlessly wet wiping the door knob and the boxes from the grocery store because a newspaper article said maybe you can catch coronavirus from surfaces. Repeat the cycle until our lunch of toilet paper squares sauteed in a can of beans. Then we go online to buy even more toilet paper–maybe we need those jumbo sized roles like you find in public bathrooms?



Babbo wakes up first and makes coffee and toast and listens to the radio while il Bambino and I continue sleeping.

When il Bambino wakes up, Babbo takes her to the kitchen, where she gets to work supervising–opening cabinets, organizing cans, rifling through bags.

We all sit down for solids. Il Bambino eventually points meaningfully away from the breakfast table and hums the puffin rock theme. When we put her down, she runs over to the computer and opens it, but still can’t navigate to Netflix on her own. We are working on those fine motor skills.

We all go on our computers, occasionally reading the newspaper headlines out loud to each other.

Hear a cough outside the door. We all freeze.

Wonder if it is possible to go live on Puffin Rock with Oona and Baba. There don’t seem to be any real predators there.