I forgot to mention that the other week two different people stopped me in two different locations to ask me for directions.
Pretty sure I grew an inch each time.
The first person flagged me down as I crossed the street in Old Town Alexandria and asked if I knew how to get to the Target on US 1 from where we were. Why yes, yes I do, I told her, and gave her simple, you’d-think-I-was-a-native directions to the very Target at which I shop. And from which one can see the Washington Monument, by the way.
The second person stopped me as I walked down a street and asked me if I knew how to use the parking meters that print parking receipts you are supposed to display on the right side of your dash. I did, in fact, know how to work the machine, which is a little different from the other receipt meters in the area. I knew because I had blundered my way through it an hour earlier, but he didn’t need to know that. He hadn’t asked. He just wanted to know if I knew how to make it work, and the answer to that was yes.
Look at me go. It’s as if I know what I’m doing around here.
Then this morning Dietrich ate a bird in the backyard and I realized, upon finding a pillow’s worth of gray feathers in the middle of the lawn and a dog gagging in the garden, that some things are beyond even the most urban-aware of us. Sigh.
Normal height again.