Not even Godzilla could have traveled very far in DC this weekend!
It started Friday afternoon and didn’t stop until the wee hours of Sunday morning. I worked a half day on Friday and returned to the comforting aroma of chicken and noodles with buttermilk biscuits! Not much else to do in the snow but catch up on Netflix….and cook.
We binged on a few episodes of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, an entertaining Australian series set in the 1920s, and then Yolanda’s daughter, Ava, urged us to get off our butts and get outta the house.
We live on the 5th floor of a condo building on 14th Street with a terrace that keeps us busy and happy during the summer. Here is the sequence of snow from Friday afternoon through Sunday morning.
Today we made lasagna. We needed a little more mozzarella cheese, so I took a stroll to Whole Foods to experience the great outdoors. It was closed, but I was able to pick up one lonesome cheese stick at CVS! We will make due.
Back to food, with a side of music. Yesterday Yolanda made a delicious pork loin roast with Tuscan kale and left-over mac ‘n cheese (I forgot to take a photo). She also spent some time practicing her flute for Bizet’s L’Arlesienne No. 2, one of the pieces we are playing in the DC Concert Orchestra spring performance. I plugged away with long tones and lip-ups…in the car. Oh, don’t you just love playing brass?!
Meanwhile, some nit-wit with California plates tried to drive his Subaru out of our garage on Saturday evening, got stuck in front of the door and then left it there. He refused assistance from one of our kind residents at the time, so there was a condo investigation going on this morning to identify the perp and move the car out of the way.
This afternoon we ventured out for a walk and to visit Bob, our meticulous DC Concert Orchestra president. Yo is on the board, and with a few others, they formed a non-profit out of our musical tribe. Under the accomplished baton of Randall Stewart, we have improved tremendously and are looking for a new home that will be big enough for a full orchestra. On the way home, we made snow angels, sort of.
My family members in the wilds of Wisconsin are probably shaking their heads about now. Say this with your most convincing “sconie” accent with big, round vowels: “Oh, shoot, those darn DC folks don’t know what ya do with the snow, ya know then. For cripes sake!”
But we do know something about lasagna.