Friday, August 21, 2020

When it comes to running a restaurant, I know a lot about diplomacy

At the Kenilworth Park & Aquatic Gardens

It's now been 138 days since we arrived in Arlington, Virginia after leaving Addis Ababa አዲስ አበባ on Authorized Departure (but who's counting, right?). After all this time, finally there are signs of movement that I may be returning to post. Nothing is official yet, and even if it were, paperwork would probably take weeks to process. Still, it does appear that sooner rather than later I'll be back to determining if relationships entered into for immigration purposes are legitimate, as well as assisting American citizens who are destitute, ill or incarcerated; or, in the event of their deaths, helping the next of kin in sending the remains back home. In other words, all that oxymoronic diplomatic work that some people on Facebook somehow think is "Corrupt" (yes, with an upper case "C").

While it would be a relief to stop living out of a couple of suitcases and to be reunited with most of my worldly possessions, the downside to any move back to Ethiopia would be time spent apart from my wife and daughter. Shu-E and Amber most likely would go to Taiwan until family members are given the approval to return to Addis. There's no way of telling at this point how long they would have to stay there, but any lengthy separation (particularly if it were to last through the end of the year holidays) would not be something to look forward to. Stupid pandemic...

In the meantime, I'm still doing what I've been doing these past 4½ months. When not teleworking, I spend a lot of time on our 21st-floor balcony, looking out at the world below and beyond. I've put up a lot of sunset photos on this blog (as well as on Facebook) in recent posts, but I've been up early enough a few times to see some sunrises as well:



There are still a lot of rainstorms moving from west to east, most of which miss our area but must make southern Maryland a wet place to live. I caught this rain front while the sun was going down:


And, of course, there are the dusks. This is the view of one sunset as it reflected off the clouds in the east...:


...while this is the same sunset as it looked in the west:


Then there are the occasional odd phenomena, like this juxtaposition of rain, thunder, sunshine and a rainbow:




I'm also continuing to go on extended walks at least once a week, in a token attempt at getting some exercise. I'm currently up to 150 minutes one-way on foot from our apartment building to the Potomac, and then continuing along the Mount Vernon Trail. The round-trip times have now exceeded four hours, and the step count is past 20,000:




Sometimes on the way back to Ballston I'll detour past Arlington National Cemetery, the outside of which is where these memorials stand:



I've now reached (and continued past) Gravelly Point, which is a National Park Service-administered area within the George Washington Memorial Parkway. Located next to Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport, it's a popular spot to watch the jets take off or land (see here for the first time I visited, last summer). Last week the planes were approaching the airport:







Yesterday (Thursday), they were flying off to parts unknown (to me) from the airport:




At one point, a B-52 (presumably from Andrews Air Force Base) flew overhead. I hadn't seen one of those since I was a young lad living near March Air Force Base in southern California during the latter days of the Vietnam War:




We've been stranded relatively-speaking in Ballston for most of the time we've been here, due to the fact that we don't have a car with us. Occasionally, though, we'll rent a vehicle in order for my wife to shop at some of the large Asian supermarkets in the northern Virginia suburbs. This week we rented an economy car for several days, one of the reasons (in addition to shopping) being to drive down this morning (Friday the 21st) to the Taipei Economic and Cultural Representative Office in the United States (TECRO) 臺北經濟文化代表處 in order to pick up Amber's new Republic of China (Taiwan) passport. Shu-E has been less than pleased with her dealings with the good folks at TECRO, some of which you can read about here. At least it didn't take the girls long in the office to get the precious travel document, and so afterward we drove to the Kenilworth Park and Aquatic Gardens in the northeastern part of the District of Columbia (I had taken my daughter there on a cold autumn day almost eight years ago). Shu-E was hoping to see some spectacular lotus flowers, but when it comes to blossoms, my family is often too early or too late. Friday morning it was the latter, though there were still some pretty sights to be seen (and photographed):




Mandatory face coverings mean my wife is more willing to be photographed, but still sternly warns me not to share this on Facebook. She didn't say anything about my blog, probably because no one will see the picture, so here she is:







See The Day of the Triffids or the Star Trek episode "This Side of Paradise":





This greenhouse was erected in 1913:




Assuming the lotus position:


Hopefully the next time we meet again on these pages the news will be more definite. Until then, stay healthy and keep wearing those masks, even if it does make it more difficult to eat Belgian chocolate ice cream.



Hammertime!:


Sunday, July 26, 2020

Stormy Weather


Sunset over Tysons last Saturday

111 days in Arlington and counting, and with still no resolution in sight. At least I have Mother Nature to keep me entertained. The Washington, D.C. area witnessed two brief, but violent storms this past week, and I had a front-row seat of the weather from our 21st-floor balcony...because like the fool I am I stood outside trying to film and photograph the goings on. But before the main acts took the stage, we had a preview of what was to come on Tuesday evening, with the skies darkening in the distance...:



...followed by a fascinating display of lightning:



A superstitious person on Wednesday afternoon might see into the presence of a crow on our balcony and conclude it was an omen of sorts. A more logical, Spock-like person such as myself would consult the weather app on my iPhone and know a storm would be rolling in later that afternoon:


And in it rolled with a vengeance. The videos below don't do justice to the intensity of the wind and the horizontal blowing of the rain, which actually had the balcony slightly vibrating at one point. Flash flood warnings were issued for the region, and I could see the cars on the streets below sending up small waves of water as they drove through:







The real showstopper, however, came on the following evening. The storm that blew through on Thursday may not have had the wind and water of Wednesday's deluge, but it more than had the electricity. I've long been fascinated with lightning storms, and this was one of the most impressive I've ever witnessed. My video skills and photographic equipment being what they are, I naturally missed most of the truly spectacular flashes. I also wasn't able to capture the bolts that struck uncomfortably close to home (the nearest I came coming at the very end of the next video below). Still, I hope the following short clips give some idea of the intensity of this storm:












The rain and lightning on Thursday brought an early end to the long-awaited Opening Day Major League Baseball game between the New York Yankees and the host Washington Nationals. The game was called after five innings with the Yankees on top 4-1.

If you think there are an excessive number of weather-related content in recent entries on this blog, you're probably right. They're indication of how limited are our entertainment options while under coronavirus-related house arrest. Plus it does seem to be an exceptionally moist summer so far in the DMV...

Speaking of moisture, it was drizzling early on Friday morning, but that didn't stop me from going out on my weekly trek. The temperature yesterday was relatively cool compared to the 90°+ Fahrenheit (or 30°+ Centigrade) days we've been "enjoying" the past few weeks, but the humidity was thick as I made my way as usual down to the Potomac. The fewer people out on the streets the last few months as a result of COVID-19 seems to have emboldened the local wildlife. For example, these geese (which I photographed while en route) wouldn't budge from the trail as I made my way back home. We may be in danger of losing our place on the top of the food chain:


100 minutes on foot one way from Ballston took me right up to the 14th Street bridges:



According to my Fitbit, Friday morning was the first time for me to exceed 20,000 steps (20,052) in one outing. If Authorized Departure continues for much longer, I'm going to be in excellent shape by the time we get the okay to return to Ethiopia...

...provided I stop going out every afternoon for yet another overly-sweetened, calorie-laden 奶茶. Curse you, Kung Fu Tea 功夫茶, for being so conveniently located:


Even when masked, my daughter looks better than her father while drinking tea:



Thursday, July 16, 2020

100 days plus one


What, another blog post, so soon after the last one?! I thought there wasn't anything to do in Arlington while on Authorized Departure. Well, there isn't...much. Except that this morning, on our 101st day back in the U.S. while waiting for the word to return to Ethiopia, I took a walk. A long one. As the very tiny handful of regular blog readers and Facebook friends are aware, at least once a week I go for a lengthy stroll. Last night, after the local weather forecast called for the region's oppressive humidity to return from Thursday, I decided today (Wednesday) would be a good time to head out. I was out the front door of the apartment building just before 0800 hours, and proceeded along my usual route - joining up with the Custis Trail and following it down to the Potomac, where it connects to the Mount Vernon Trail, and where I then headed south, past Theodore Roosevelt Island and crossing under the Theodore Roosevelt and Arlington Memorial Bridges.

Each week I try to extend my walk one-way by at least five minutes, so this week I stopped at the 95-minute mark and found myself at the Navy-Merchant Marine Memorial, which for some reason reminded me of the home run sculpture at Marlins Park (Google it):


Panting on the Potomac. Humid it wasn't, but hot it was. By the time I returned home later in the morning it was already 88°F (31°C). As I write this, the temperature in Washington is 90°F, marking the 20th consecutive day the thermometer has reached that threshold. The record is 21, likely to be matched and exceeded this week:


Usually, I backtrack along the Potomac to Rosslyn, then return home via the long uphill climb along Wilson Boulevard. This morning, however, I opted for a different return route, hence the blog post. I crossed under the George Washington Memorial Parkway...:


...to the Columbia Island Marina, situated under the flight path from Reagan National Airport:



Seen across the appropriately-named Pentagon Lagoon Yacht Basin is the Pentagon:


I headed towards the LBJ Memorial Grove, dedicated to the 36th president in 1976:


Considering his mixed historical legacy (landmark civil rights legislation vs. the Vietnam War), I'm surprised there's any sort of memorial to him in the D.C. area. Apparently, the grove is in recognition of his signing the Clean Water Act of 1965. In those days the Potomac was a contaminated cesspool; I wouldn't go swimming in it today, but it has been significantly cleaned up in the succeeding decades:



Crossing the Boundary Channel:


The channel gets its name as it defines the border between the District of Columbia and the Commonwealth of Virginia:


Back in Virginia, I continued walking, crossing the Arlington Memorial Bridge and its vaguely fascist-looking eagles:


This gentleman was performing a strange stretching ritual in front of a memorial to Navy Seabees. I wanted to film what he was doing but...:


...I was interrupted by several police motorcycles that arrived to stop traffic leading up to Arlington Cemetery:


I asked one of the police officers what was happening, and he told me it was for someone who had been "killed in action", which put a damper on what had been a fine morning up to that point. A sad reminder of the seemingly permanent state of war this country has been in since 2001:


I walked along the perimeter of the cemetery and its silent rows of white headstones (see photo at the start of this post), before cutting through the Marine Corps Memorial to reach Arlington Boulevard and the final, long leg back to Ballston:


This morning's all-important stat lines:
Time - 3 hours 21 minutes
Number of steps, according to Fitbit: 18,872
Length of walk, according to a website that converts steps to miles: 8.9 miles (14.3 kilometers)

Next week's plan is to go for 100 minutes, and to see how close I can get to Gravelly Point. The weather, however, might have other plans - the current forecast for next week calls for temperatures as high as 99°F (37°C) and thunderstorms. Oh, the humidity...