We saw the legendary Flying Wallendas today & it was really an amazing thing.
Mari asked if they used a net & no, they had not, but omg I'm glad that wasn't a thing I was thinking of while watching the performance because I was already so nervous about everything.
Seriously, I can hardly watch figure skating without covering my eyes.
The little baby high-wirer on his father's shoulders is 5 years old & seriously, his dismount & triumphant flourish was everything. Fille & I just want to smuggle him to our house but we know we actually are not badassed enough for him.
Friday was a white-hot afternoon with a stiff breeze. Everyone was clearly already on vacation & there was nary a tourist wearing aggressively comfortable shoes over on GWU's campus nor anywhere in Foggy Bottom.
I was lingering here, thinking, My, this is pleasant, so snapped this photo.
Within probably five minutes, I thought, I'd better get out of here before someone starts shooting! I hustled over to the WFM to buy a bunch of food it was my pleasure to drag around in the heat for Fille all the way home.
Anyhow, all things considered, when people ask if we are not afraid to have let our great, big, 18yo son go to Mexico until the end of the year, I mean, afraid of what? It just doesn't seem more dangerous than any other life he could live. Whatever. He leaves Thursday. Yes. Hey, see you, don't blow your hand off, America.