Sun City

Arlington VA is a world-class residential, business and tourist location, originally part of the “10 miles square” parcel of land surveyed in 1791 that became the Nation’s Capital. Slightly smaller than 26 square miles, it is the geographically smallest self-governing county in the United States, and one of only a handful with the prized Aaa/AAA/AAA bond rating. Arlington maintains a rich variety of stable neighborhoods and quality schools, and has received numerous awards for Smart Growth and transit-oriented development. Home to some of the most influential organizations in the world — including the Pentagon — Arlington stands out as one of America’s preeminent places to live, visit and do business ~from the Arlington County official site~.

When we arrived home from the hospital, where we had our annual blood draw for our physical exams next week, Inez was finishing her work.  (Nice to have someone clean every two weeks, doing the chores I once did.  And Inez is a jewel.)

She even walked the dogs while we were out. She said Johnny was crying, “I think he missed you.”  Good grief, I hate to think he can’t be away from me for a couple of hours without crying, but Johnny is tricky and he knows Inez loves him, so I’m very suspicious.

Now, Johnny is asleep under my chair.  He does love me, plus,the floor is cool.

Earlier, we were outside eating our picnic lunch of sandwiches, chocolate mocha cake and coffee. And although we were sitting in the shade we felt warm.  With his black fur Johnny was especially warm.  Hence his love of the cold floor.  And, yes, we have turned on the AC.

Below, Johnny’s grandma ‘Lakeside Dancer’, ma ‘Holly’, and Johnny. Dad was 100% white.

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These days, our once-upon-a time, neighborhood nonprofit hospital has outgrown its community role and become a huge multidisciplinary corporate medical provider. Owning a stellar reputation (A Top 100 hospital associated with the Mayo Clinic), our medical center serves many people in the Washington Metro area.

Where once there was one building, today, there are several interconnected sections of buildings, each incorporating a different parking lot and assortment of practitioners from various medical groups. Because the hospital center is as busy as an airport and very much like one, receptionists instruct patients to proceed to the ‘green’ ‘blue’ or ‘yellow’ section where they receive further instructions.

We’ve had so much blood drawn in recent years, David, who is much more outgoing than me, is on a first name basis with some of the technicians in the hospital lab.  This morning James was in the corridor and instructed David to follow him to his station where they discussed AA as they do whenever they see each other.

Several administrators, who were trying to keep order, chased after the pair.  David, who hates seeing doctors, had been complaining about my setting up our annual physical exams…again. but instantly cheered by seeing James.  Everyone loves James, my technician told me.

On our way to the blue parking garage, we saw Manny, one of David’s AA buddies who volunteers at the hospital.  He was pushing an empty wheel chair and asked if either of us wanted a ride. No thank you. Then David told me he was going to walk down the forty foot, forty-five degree angled stairs to the lobby.

About then, a very small older woman pushing a very large older man in a wheelchair struggled by and smiled.  I’m not pushing your wheelchair, I told David.  When I get home, I’m going to ride my bike says he. You won’t even get on the stationary exercise bike. We’ll take the elevator.

When we stopped by the Heidelberg to buy our lunch, we saw the couple we encountered in the same place last week.  While I ordered our food, David sat at the table next to them.  Later, when I asked what they talked about, he said, how important it is to keep moving.

Tomorrow: the dermatologist.

Cars

A quick note to inform those who inquired about David’s accident with Motorcycle girl.

David says he’s okay and today, it’s hard to distinguish old arthritic pain from any new aches.  The policeman who handled the case, Sgt. Ramos, was very kind and shook David’s hand both at the scene of the accident and later when he knocked on the door after we arrived home.  He checked to see how David was and asked what type of seatbelt he had been wearing.  (In Arlington, it is an offense to drive or be a passenger in a moving car without wearing your seatbelt, including taxis.)

At the scene Sgt. Ramos checked the damage to David’s car. The 35-year old Toyota is covered with scars from being rammed on multiple occasions by various drivers I encountered in my decades long commute to and through DC to Maryland every day: 1/coming out of my parking garage downtown; 2/on the Southeast expressway..twice; and 3/ sitting at a stoplight on Pennsylvania Avenue where a Mercedes drove into me (the Mercedes destroyed his front right fender and my Toy had a minor dent on the left).

Since I gave the old Toyota to him, David has added a few more nicks and scratches as folks backed into him in various parking lot incidents and twice when “cut-through” commuters rounded the corner in front of our house too quickly and hit the Toy.  Driving in the city takes a toll on a car.

The motorcycle incident added a set of new dents and scratches from the middle of the car to the bumper, which it knocked loose. David can’t get the boot hatch door open from a previous incident.

Sgt. Ramos also checked David’s driving record, which is good, so that works in his favor.  Furthermore, he can drive until his court date, June 10th. He also has the option of paying the fine and accepting guilt, or going to court to fight the charge.  If he decides to go to court and fight the charge (and he probably will), I will write more.  However, the charge is “failure to yield the right-of-way,” and no other, such as reckless driving was listed ($51 fine).  The corner where he turned is blind, because the street is narrow (cars park on both sides), but there are two lanes for traffic.  Although the speed limit is 25 mph at all times, cut-through drivers treat it like a speedway because it leads directly into Fort Meyers.

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When my daughter and SIL visited on Saturday, Bill had been working on Hannah’s old car all day.  He’s getting it ready for Joy to take to Atlanta this summer.  Hannah hit a deer and smacked the front end pretty badly. When she couldn’t get the hood closed, she took a baseball bat to it and pounded it shut.  Bill got a new hood from the junk yard.

Hannah says she will never have another car and is using her bicycle to get to and from work and around town (she lives and works in a university town).  Mom won’t let Joy take her truck to Atlanta, because it has 500,000 miles on it.

Everyone in our family but me drives an old car, or rides a bike.  My car is only 10 years old and has about 20,000 miles on it.  Everyone but me, knows how to work on cars. I don’t do mechanics. I call taxis.