Places in DC 2

Dear internet,

For my own nostalgia I will post photos of places in DC. Answer of “where was I?” when you hover over the photo.

Second up, this is obvious but I like it because in my years in exile it was the first stop on my way home.

 

national airport metro stop dc
It will always be National to me

yours,

Daya

Perfect gardens

 Dear internet,

Not much to report today. People’s yards look amazing. There are no more overgrown yards, no weeds, lots of mulch and nice plants. Maybe this happens every spring, but with no where to go but home and to the store, people are beautifying their houses. I half-expect to see Christmas decorations going up. Don’t know whether that would be cozy or weird to see twirling Santa Clauses and tinsel in April, but I understand the impulse towards doing whatever it takes to feel gezellig when we are actually all quite alone.

I get lots of home-improvement magazines in the mail and it’s a little surreal to read the March and April issues when things were so different. On the other hand, it’s very soothing to read about paint choices and floral arrangements. A portal to another time where coronavirus wasn’t on everyone’s mind.

I wonder what the magazines will look like in six months. I hope they just keep going with their regular publishing schedule because we all need an escape.

yours,

Daya

US Botanic Garden
Not a gardener, but a garden-enthusiast

By the way the photo above, and in the previous post, Places in DC 1, is the United States Botanic Garden in DC.

The Coronavirus Game

Dear Internet,

I came up with a game on my daily walk. The first person to mention coronavirus loses.*

It works pretty well. The first day, we couldn’t make it a block without one of us mentioning it. The next day, we got to the stoplight. And today we made it all the way through the light and down the hill before someone said “coronavirus.”

Not talking about coronavirus + taking a daily walk = becoming highly observant about what’s right in front of you.

It’s spring so people’s yards are changing daily. When we first started talking our walks, there were lovely magnolia blossoms. I got sad when the magnolia blossoms fell to the ground, but then the cherry blossoms really came out and that was even more beautiful. Now the petals from the cherry blossoms have started falling down, but it makes the trees even more beautiful because it looks like snow on people’s minivans.

 

cherry blossom petals on the ground
cherry blossom petals, nature’s confetti

Now the tulips and red buds are blooming. And some kind of really lovely tree that looks like a weeping willow with delicate purple-pink blooms is in full bloom. There’s a house on the corner that has the best landscaping, as soon as one plant stops flowering, another one picks up. Genius!

See? I made it a whole paragraph without talking about coronavirus!

yours,

Daya

*When I was in high school, someone introduced me to The Game. Which is, whenever you think about The Game, you lose. If you know what I’m talking about…sorry for breaking your winning streak! It had to be done.

Every day, the virus creeps closer.

Dear internet,

Every day, the virus creeps closer.

Or at least that’s how it feels.

when people are socially distancing at six feet, you overhear a lot of conversations

“He has trouble swallowing, but fortunately that’s not a symptom…”

“Do you want to run with us?” says a mom to a neighbor across the street. Her daughters have already started sprinting down the sidewalk.

“My master bedroom is north-facing,” a man tells a woman. “The street side. So I get the most amazing view of the trees.”

“So one of the first symptoms is, you lose your sense of smell,” explains a man in wire-rimmed glasses to his kindergartner on a tricycle.

Couples yoga on front walks—people just put their yoga mats down.

People are desperate to get out, to interact with other people. We are herd animals.

yours,

Daya

P.S. An update

pajamas in public

Dear Internet,

Quite a lot of people are wearing pajamas in public now. It kind of takes you off guard, like, are they sick with coronavirus and are feverishly walking the streets, looking for supplies?

But then you remember, oh yeah, everyone’s working from home, people are really taking advantage of the opportunity to not wear khakis and dress shoes and carry giant backpacks and bright lunch sacks. I haven’t seen a lanyard with an ID badge in a whole week.

yours,

Daya