The Tropic Of Virginia

The day started out in innocence as so many of them do. The plan was simple, GG would drop me off by Key Bridge in Rosslyn on her way to the flower shop. I would walk over the bridge, through Georgetown for a haircut ( and a blonding, right?) at my friend Blaise's shop.

Skies were overcast which meant I could truly enjoy my stroll. I stopped and stuck my camera through the bridge railings to snap a picture of the boat house and another of some piles of boats belonging to Georgetown University rowing teams.



A quick stop for coffees, a few minutes admiring Blaise's window boxes brimming with petunias, potato vine and coleus and an hour of chatter and product later I was out on the streets. I window shopped, ran into old friends, hung out at the book store and waited for GG to pick me up after 1:00.

Drove home in the merciless sun, had a fast lunch of tomatoes and peppers from the garden with toast and cheese and were off to see a matinee of The Kids Are All Right. No better way to spend a HOT afternoon. As we drove the rains came, then the winds, by the time we were in the parking lot the trees were bending to the left, touching the ground in a yoga like position I can't hope to achieve. And the car was moving, swaying, about to take off into the sky. We drove into the parking garage, I could not even see where it was, we were in a whiteout.



15 minutes later ,the winds had died down and we raced across the street to find the theater black,actually all store fronts were black, we had lost power.

Back in rain, back in car, back home to cowering dog and pissed off cat, and no power. The limelight hydrangeas standing so tall and proud on Tuesday were broken and battered. The vegetable garden looked just as bad as the day before but now I can blame it on storm.

By 8:30 gave up on power, went to local karaoke bar, ate bar food and listened to some really appalling singers. Returned home at midnight, took dog for long walk, the power had returned and we slept in air conditioned comfort.

Staycations can be fun!

If a bit alarming.