Dear friends and readers,
Against the hard cold and darkness of this November night, I just passed a happy weekend with a woman friend.
As I’ll be blogging on the specifics of the pleasure and knowledge I gained at the Kennedy Center, the Torpedo factory in Alexandria, Va., the Folger Shakespeare Library, the National Gallery of Art (see Exploring Music, at the Folger and National Gallery), I’ll confine myself here to an announcement that may seem strange: I acquitted myself well as a hostess.
Why: This was in effect my first time of having a guest and I did it right: I did show (couldn’t help it) how bad I am at navigating the Metro, reading and obtaining a new ID (smart) card, calculating 15%, how I lose things, but it didn’t seem to matter, for we got to where we were supposed to be in time each time. We had a yummy meal at Il Porto in Old Towne (a favorite restaurant) Thursday night and today a treat for lunch at the National Gallery (for me ratatouille which the Admiral used to cook for us). We walked in Olde Towne and by the Potomac. We enjoyed ourselves.
Sleeping on my laurels, Sylvia