While I don’t have pictures of anything really substantial from Jessie and Troy’s wedding, I do have pictures of a herd of mini horses, Jessie getting ready for the big day, and a pitstop at Havre de Grace, MD on the way home after the wedding.
Friday night, as we walked across the bridge to Georgetown to see Iron-Man 3 (which was awesome), Hugh and I decided that we’d rather sit near the water in the sunshine, fishing and/or reading, than stay at home and do chores. So the next morning we hopped in the car and off we went to where the boat leaves from.
We took the boat out to test a fishing contraption my cousin had fashioned. The boys did all the work, I just enjoyed the ride and occasionally got in the way.
Hugh even got to steer us through a crab pot mine field.
Back on the dock, I braved the chilly breeze through a couple beers while watching a snorkel operation to scrape some barnacles off the boat and Hugh began to tackle his new tackle box.
Then yesterday — the day he now calls the best day of his life — Hugh set up shop on the dock and put all his new fishing knowledge into hours of casting, baiting, tying, re-tying, and trying every lure in his box…
Hugh caught a striper off the dock, which has never been done before. Yes it was too small to keep, but next year that fish is going to be tast-y.
After the excitement, I went back to my post — reading in the boat where the breeze couldn’t get me.
And admiring my surroundings.
On Sunday we had exactly one free hour before our weekend with Hugh’s sister (visiting from New Orleans) was over, so we meandered through our neighborhood, marveled at the intricate yarnbombs, popped into the Artisphere and soaked up the [chilly] spring sunshine.
We also wandered into the super creepy parking garage where Bob Woodward met with Watergate informant Deep Throat. Hugh and I have walked past this garage a million times, but I’ve never gone in because as I said — it’s creepy. And the specific parking spot where they met is on the furthest underground level in the creepiest, darkest corner.
Four months after my friends peer pressured me into signing up for the Cherry Blossom 10-miler, I ran (and finished) the race and am here to report that I am thankful for their insistence (and strongly worded email, Elizabeth) — It forced me to start running again and to realize that I’m not as old and slow as I thought I was.
The course was beautiful, the weather couldn’t have been better, I spent the freezing cold morning on the National Mall with some pretty great ladyfriends, and I got several reminders along the course of how lucky I am to have the absolute best friends and family a person could want — they not only showed up, but crawled out of bed early and braved the chilly morning and the Cherry Blossom crowds to cheer us on. Best. People. Ever.
As for my time — my GPS clocked me at 1:39:17 (which felt awesome), but the race clock had me at 1:41:55. Either way, I accomplished my two biggest goals: I finished the race and I ran the whole thing. And as a bonus, I felt great the whole time.
Afterward I had the best beer, burger and fries of my life with the parents and some BFFs, followed by an afternoon on the couch, dinner on the porch with the Hughsband, and a relaxing evening of ice cream sundaes and The West Wing. Yes, the rest of my day revolved around eating and sitting and occasionally icing my knees.
just your average leisurely an amazing Sunday.