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.
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.