Another week has flown by. Like two planes passing in mid-air.
within sight of Flagstaff snowcaps…
Scottsdale was warm and friendly and sunny.
all quiet on a morning canal run
Yesterday a jazz band was playing outside the National Portrait Gallery. These are a treat.
Jeremy then spent the rest of the day touring the gritty side of Capitol Hill, reading, and doing domestics.
This store was a DC brownstone, filled cellar to attic with books. Fishing books are next to the furnace in the cellar, language books are in the bathroom, business books are in a bedroom closet. Not a place for claustrophobes but entertaining for Jeremy and company on a rainy gray day.