I just dropped off Adam at the metro for his annual conference in Jacksonville and suddenly I have a slower week and a condo of one's own. A part of me wants to start in on my to-do list of swiffering and finance organizing, but first I need a little time to savor a few of the lovely things that have sustained me during this past month of moving, power outages, and the art of co-habitation (which is going really well so far--I'm feeling what it means to be part of a team).
First, I must appreciate this breakfast at Teaism that was the only thing I wanted to eat when it was 102 degrees and we were on our third day without power. I came in a sweaty mess and left feeling human again. It's in these moments that I truly understand the different levels of nourishment.
Orchids at Johnston's, the plant store where Adam likes to go...a lot. It's been fun having his green thumb around. Isn't this installation art at Dumbarton Oaks incredible? My friends Marcie and Lili helped to hand tie those glass beads. Go see it if you are in DC.
We spent our 4th of July at Tricia's house, eating incredible Indonesian food (happy birthday Sylvia!) and watching the fireworks from the rooftop. All of the shadowy turrets on either side made me feel like we were in Mary Poppins.
And of course our new place is inspiring me! We got our couch on Sunday and now it really feels like a home. All we are missing now is a dog....
Also: Beautiful cooking philosophies. They feel a lot like mine. We've been having some fun meals of thrown-together leftovers like panzanella with avocado and fresh corn, kimchi spring rolls, fresh mango sprinkled with cardamon for breakfast. Although I will endlessly love my roommates, I don't miss the group house fridge with it's broken handle at all. I've really moved up in the kitchen world.
I spent a half-hour giggling last night at these hilariously inappropriate test responses.
I like this poem by Wendell Berry a lot too:
THE LAW THAT MARRIES ALL THINGS 1. The cloud is free only to go with the wind. The rain is free only in falling. The water is free only in its gathering together, in its downward courses, in its rising into the air. 2. In law is rest if you love the law, if you enter, singing, into it as water in its descent. 3. Or song is truest law, and you must enter singing; it has no other entrance. It is the great chorus of parts. The only outlawry is in division. 4. Whatever is singing is found, awaiting the return of whatever is lost. 5. Meet us in the air over the water, sing the swallows. Meet me, meet me, the redbird sings, here here here here.