Thursday, December 04, 2003
You can take the boy out of the South...
I don't think Steve Spurrier wants to admit that he's living in DC. He was on the news last night wearing a knit Redskins hat. However, he was wearing it over his traditional Redskin's visor. It made him look even more like Dobby the elf, as Gregg Easterbrook used to say. Maybe it's because it's Christmas time.
I was driving around downtown a few nights ago, looking at all the monuments and museums, and felt the first inklings of affections for this city rustling around in my heart. I love the intentional neo-classicism of the monuments, the effort that went in to making this city America's representative to the world. I love the broad expanse of the Mall, and the fact that I see the White House and the Washington Monument on my way to work every day. Oh yeah, this is why I live here. I think I'm even starting to get into the Christmas spirit a little bit, and I'm enjoying the cold within that. It does seem sort of Christmasy to need to wear coats and hats and bundle up (and drink peppermint hot chocolate-- yum). (Don't tell San Diego I said that about the cold. I still love it more.)
I'm wearing a brightly-striped sweater today that is making me very happy. There's something pleasantly audacious about bright colors in the midst of a big-city winter. I also have a bright orange T-shirt that says "DONNAMARTINGRADUATES" in a block of letters across the front (Yay Weekend Warriors!). That makes me happy too.
I started The Da Vinci Code last night while I was eating dinner. I haven't said "Just one more chapter" to myself that frequently in a long time. It's so wonderful to find a book that makes me excited to read again (which is strange to say, because I love to read.) This whole 9-5, driving to work, treadmill at the gym thing doesn't leave much time for recreational reading. It might be my choice of options as well. The House of Seven Gables is the book at the top of my list right now, and that was only quietly whispering my name, not yelling to get my attention. I know I'll love it when I do end up reading it, but for now it's Dan Brown and peppermint hot chocolate.
I was driving around downtown a few nights ago, looking at all the monuments and museums, and felt the first inklings of affections for this city rustling around in my heart. I love the intentional neo-classicism of the monuments, the effort that went in to making this city America's representative to the world. I love the broad expanse of the Mall, and the fact that I see the White House and the Washington Monument on my way to work every day. Oh yeah, this is why I live here. I think I'm even starting to get into the Christmas spirit a little bit, and I'm enjoying the cold within that. It does seem sort of Christmasy to need to wear coats and hats and bundle up (and drink peppermint hot chocolate-- yum). (Don't tell San Diego I said that about the cold. I still love it more.)
I'm wearing a brightly-striped sweater today that is making me very happy. There's something pleasantly audacious about bright colors in the midst of a big-city winter. I also have a bright orange T-shirt that says "DONNAMARTINGRADUATES" in a block of letters across the front (Yay Weekend Warriors!). That makes me happy too.
I started The Da Vinci Code last night while I was eating dinner. I haven't said "Just one more chapter" to myself that frequently in a long time. It's so wonderful to find a book that makes me excited to read again (which is strange to say, because I love to read.) This whole 9-5, driving to work, treadmill at the gym thing doesn't leave much time for recreational reading. It might be my choice of options as well. The House of Seven Gables is the book at the top of my list right now, and that was only quietly whispering my name, not yelling to get my attention. I know I'll love it when I do end up reading it, but for now it's Dan Brown and peppermint hot chocolate.
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