Resting down my rememberance stone for my Opa…
Cherry Blossom
Doops and I had two days in D.C. (mainly to visit with my friends). While vamping with our down time to secure plans with them…we took a recommendation to check out the Postal Museum (who knew such a place even existed?!)

There was a rather impressive visual display right as you enter…’this and that’s from the development and organization of the postal system.

And who knew that Benny Frank was the Postmaster General?!

This was the most interesting thing we explored while being here…’Fire and Ice’…about the postal service that financially backed the Hindenburg and Titanic as long as they transported mail from their take off and landing destinations.
The big ‘take home’ fact I was semi horrified it was documented as a heroic act was- when the Titanic went down, the guy in the postal room loaded on several bags of mail into one of the life boats, allowing for it to eventually be delivered to the addressees.
All I can think about is, ‘I would have bailed on the mail room, and would have suggested, ‘how about we get some people on these boats, huh?’ So…I left a comment in the suggestion box how I don’t think this fact should be labeled as ‘heroic’, as I found it to be more of a selfish embarrassment of the postal service. It’s just my opinion, granted, but don’t think I wasn’t going to comment on that piece of our documented ‘heroic’ history…

We then went to casually stroll from Union Station over to Arlington…

Doops and I in a touristy D.C. Washington Monument photo…
<3
What’s becoming a tradition year after year, is exploring colonial cemetaries in Vermont during Pumpkinfest. The fascination with others’ lives, what they did for bettering future generations’ lives, and how they lived prior to dying sparks a lot of conversation.

This year, My Impossible Crush and I found a cemetary which had dozens of resting plots for members of the ‘Blood’ family. I’m looking forward to looking up what the family did here in colonial Vermont.

Though, as I look at this photo, I am thinking, ‘I wonder who ‘Gassett’ is…’.
I’ve need a little social detox for a while now…so avoiding Facebook for Lent this year has been planned…and I thought I would take it a step further and put my phone on hold for at least six weeks.
…it’s the beginning of detox but it feels good.
The other night was a doozey…
Doops and I have to do laundry but there was a tall order to be completed in the time frame he wanted…and something about the on site laundry services not working. Sooo…against my opinion/advice we went to a laundry mat in the night hours.
One stresser about laundry unfolded into googled advice on how to best care for your clothes at a laundry mat, rejection from such information, fight over how to proceed, morphing into insecurity, ‘control’ issues being felt when good intentions were at hand, and other issues. It was a in-the-heat conversation I try to steer clear and far away from, however I was baited over and over into it, ended up feeling tramped against a wall, cried a little, and some mild man-pouting before it came in the clear.
Outside of some clean (and ruined) laundry…other products came from tonight.
The 5hrs was a random by product…but one I’m glad came to ahead. There are addictions in his paternal side of the family with random things…maybe not ‘addictions’ per say…but definitely a compulsory habitual dispositions which alter lifestyle and health (food, porn, etc). I think it is important to be mindful of this…not claiming he is just like anyone in his family…but being proactive and mindful is a healthier habit to be in control of. Plus, what we set up in our younger years puts us in better control of our later years, in how we are able to play them out. The 5hrs…he consumes a lot of these in a week…and buys them at startling numbers. The disposition of reliance mixed with the preventative affect on his neuro/cardio system years down the road is a combo that concerns me. Additionally, it meant a lot to me he was able to promise he would abstain from this, because it’s important to me…and could understand why I thought it was important for him to view and understand why I do. I’m not trying to control him, my interest is more set on his betterment. Plus, this whole situation, and particular topic, shows that he’s willing to invest in a more unified couple…willing to give up something, as little/silly as it might seem, for me, and it willing to at least hear me out…it’s just something small yet huge because it adds itself to a growing list how I can trust him with things big or small and know there is support their for either. Obviously I threw out there that I would be willing to give up something in a ‘fair trade’ agreement, which he had no thought of in the moment…but I actually want him to think of my health, and think of what could make us…a better us, on all fields…his interest in my in this area is something I gratefully welcome when it will come in time.
December- laundry
I’ve always loved Jean Smart…IDK why…other than she is FUCKING AWESOME!
In my recent marathoning of ‘24’ on Netflix…Martha Logan has finally come back into my life. <3
Sidebar: I’ve always cast her as my aunt, Diane in my Lifetime movie…but I’ve also cast Annie Potts as me in my Lifetime movie (since she’s in everything on that network)…basically it’s just going to be a ‘Designing Women’ reunion by the time I’m done with it.
Today I had an appointment…as I approached the building, the ramp was blocked off for repairs (though nobody seemed to be actively working on it…or ever around) and an amputee in a wheelchair was trying to get himself up the stairs. I offered a hand, along with another woman walking in at the same time, and together we lifted his chair up the stairs so he could get in the building.
…I felt bad, wondering how long he was there…and how many people walked by him without offering a hand. …and at the physician’s office of all places to struggle in mobility…oye!
It’s nice to know that when I come home drunk off my A…and pass out…my cat will be there to love me anyway.
Forever ago, but since Emily is done with her 6 week leave of absence from NYC…I have been thinking about some of the places we had explored together over the past winter.

Lil’ Frankie’s was a labyrinth of a restaurant. We were weaved to the back most room (at least I don’t think there could have been anything else beyond the five minute walk from the front door to where we were seated…). It was tight, and there was a 20 something mix of people at a table to our back…a mix-o-gays table in front…and next to them…a family table including screaming kids under 8y/o (LOL/FML). Wine was ordered. The rugged and please-be-in-sight-at-all-times-as-I-daydream-about-marrying-you-in-VT wait staff oddly added to the decor/vibe (which I will describe as ‘conservative Italian tranny on the DL’).

^E.D. nurses on our way to dance off dinner

^ Emily picked bOb bar for dancing. Turns out, it’s a pretty stellar Reggae Club in the LES…and worth repeating a night for future dancing fun!

^ Get another round/break from dancing moment

^Smiles of Alisia and Rebekah.

^ that 3:something AM photo you don’t ever want to see on facebook…