Blogbud Will posted about his two dogs sharing space, something they don't normally do in the house or anywhere. It made me remember this photo I took last week:
Bunny (the smaller cat sitting up) is the alpha, even though she's 1/3 smaller than Mouse (lying down). Bunny enjoys wrestling with Mouse, even with her current ACL situation. (Mouse doesn't enjoy the wrestling so much.) The wrestling is usually followed by a lot of running/chasing around the house.
But every once in a while, while I'm on the way to the kitchen, I'll glance down the hall and catch them together. Snuggling or bathing each other. Like last week. They always look at me with a "What? We're not doing anything" look then usually slink away from each other. I had enough time to take a few photos.
When I was growing up, I could NEVER find any personalized anything with the name "Julia" on it. Apparently the world was full of "Julies" and never a Julia was considered. "Julie" is not my name but I had to suffer (oh yes, suffer) through mini metal bike license plates and souvenir mugs or t-shirts that said only "Julie". To this day, when I am in some tourist trap, I still absently look at the rows of names and expect to see and always find "Julie."
There I was in the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum gift shop. A huge rack of mugs faced me. I knew not to bother looking for my name and instead looked for "Kurt." There was no "Kurt" of any kind. Then I glanced over to the Js and saw this:
Holy cow. After 35 years, there it was.
Did I buy it? No. I'm over the pain of having the wrong name tag growing up. So just knowing that tag is out there is enough.
Last weekend, I spent Saturday being a tourist in DC. Here are some more pictures.
Outside the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden sits this huge Lichtenstein. (Brushstroke, 1996)
I love Roy Lichtenstein's work and I wish I knew how to speak "art" so I could tell you why. The graphics and colors and giant images pull me in. And the humor. I bought this print about 17 years ago and still love it.
Across the mall, in front of the National Archives (more on that later) is the National Gallery of Art - Sculpture Garden. And because Washington DC is designed so beautifully, I could see the Brushstroke again:
After the museums, I sat outside and had lunch, watching people play all kinds of sports. I like how the mall is everyone's playground.
Then I walked down to the Washington Monument and later to the Vietnam Memorial and Lincoln Memorial. (More about them later.)
HOT freakin' day, and muggy. But suddenly (it seems) it is fall here in Washington DC. It's still quite warm during the day, but less muggy and less intense heat. Yesterday, in the shade in the morning it was surprisingly cool. Amazing to live in a place with proper seasons.
The last few weeks have been a bit crazy and busy with visiting my sister and a new job. I'm in DC now for work for a few weeks and thankfully, have had a weekend off! I have also been blogging on Metroblogging DC while I'm here and so you can catch up with what I've seen there too.
Friday afternoon I walked over to the backside of the White House after work and saw this gentlemen. I appreciated his sentiment. Here's his site. By the way, have I ever mentioned how much I LOATHE MySpace? Not the idea of it, not the popularity of it, but the ugly, lame, poorly designed layout that (I guess) people build so that you can't see or get a clear understanding of what is on anyone's page. Un-readable!
Back to DC:
Yesterday I spent the morning at the Air and Space Museum on the Mall. Just walking in the door and being presented with the first space capsules from Mercury, Gemini and Apollo missions, then Chuck Yeager's X-1 was almost too much too soon! These are aircraft I've read and studied and watched movies about and here they are! Holy cow. I was blown away by how SMALL the original Mercury capsule was for John Glenn. (Brian would never have done very well in there.) They were truly "Spam in a Can". (Speaking of Mr. Yeager.)
The X-1 (aka "Glamorous Glennis") was fabulous. A man broke the speed of sound in that aircraft. People thought it couldn't be done. People thought you would die, instantly break up into a million pieces, etc etc. But of course not. Awesome. Plus the combination of guts and insanity to be a test pilot. The Wright Brothers were brave since people had barely even begun to understand what flight was all about. But flying is commonplace and you start building aircraft that may or may not stay together in conditions no one has ever been in before, that is what pushing the outside of the envelope is all about.
Here she is in action:
I enjoyed the WWII aircraft and history areas as well. I love going to airshows to see them still fly, nothing like seeing a P-51 Mustang zooming overhead. (Chuck flew Mustangs in WWII. No big surprise!) Here is a restored Mustang that flies in Texas:
There was more to the day...I'll get back to it later...stay tuned.
I live in Los Angeles. In the summer of 2006 I worked in Mexico City. Instead of sending out giant emails full of photos to friends and families, I started this blog. The summer turned out to be a crazy one and this blog and my camera kept me sane. I didn't want to stop observing and writing when I got home to LA, so I kept the blog going.