09 November, 2013

Picture Day

Thursday was picture day at work, and I bothered to curl my hair.  Normally I'm a basic ponytail kind of girl, but when one's image will end up on the company website, one wants to make a bit of an effort.

But I shouldn't have bothered, as it turned out, because the Red Line -- even on a good day, the arch-enemy of anyone aspiring to be punctual -- was single-tracking between several of its busiest stops during the morning rush.  So instead of making a quick and easy transfer at Gallery Place-Chinatown and riding two stops to Farragut North, I found myself channeling the noble sardine on an increasingly packed platform, "hmph!"-ing and aggressively staring down the arrivals board with everyone else.  But after about ten minutes and with no train even listed on the board, I realized that I could probably walk to work in the same amount of time it would take to wait for a train with room for me.

So I glibly set off, beginning my journey at 9th & G Sts NW.  My sunny, "what-ho, world!" attitude was significantly diminished after about 6 blocks, when I realized that I was sweaty and flushed, and my hair was the visual definition of frizzy.

14 October, 2013

House Beautiful (Not the Magazine)

"It's like being at home and on a holiday at the same time, if you understand me." - Sam Gamgee, upon arriving in Lothlorien (The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring)

What does the word "hospitality" bring to your mind?  Maybe you think of comfort-food casseroles and church potluck committees, or maybe you recall sterile hotel rooms. Those are all good things, but I can't help but think that the meaning of hospitality is broader than casseroles and more intimate than an industry.  It does include meeting material needs like shelter and nourishment, but also a heart attitude that is ready to listen and ready to play a part in the bigger picture of an individual's sojourn through life.

09 October, 2013

Always On Time

One of my earliest memories occurred when I was no more than three years old.  My big sister Emily, my brother Chip, and I were strapped into car seats in the white Dodge minivan, being driven around on errands by an adult who shall remain nameless. :) One errand was to drop something off at the home of some church friends. Since she would only be at the door for a moment, our driver told us to wait in the car.  As she ran up to the house, the van suddenly began to slowly roll backwards.  The car was in park, but the emergency break wasn't on.

I remember feeling terrified (By age 3 I'd already perfected the ability to immediately assume the worst case scenario).  I remember thinking that the van was going to gain speed, plunge down the driveway and straight into the trees in the distance, and we would die.  We started screaming.  Emily climbed out of her car seat and jumped into the driver's seat, pushing buttons and turning the steering wheel, trying to figure out how to stop the car.  No success.

30 August, 2013

Picture Picture

I have to admit a big "low brow" weakness in order for any of the following to make sense.  My Daily Web Routine includes a stop at People.com's (I knowwww, I know...) roundup of celebrity fashion highlights.  Most of the time I'm cringing at the parade of sartorial experiments, but sometimes there is actually a dash of good style inspiration to be found.

This week I was speed-clicking through the slideshow because, honestly, none of the pictures were compelling me to do anything but speed-click.  But then I got to this picture:

Credit: Pascal Le Segretain/Getty