Unemployment: Unintended Consequences - A Gift of Time

I love living in the National Capital Area. Washington is incredibly rich with everything that feeds me mentally and spiritually except, temporarily, employment. After living here for some 30 years, however, I tend to take things for granted and I know to avoid certain hot spots because they will be jam-packed with tourists.

But this is the time of year to enjoy my favorite museums. This week and next, the subway will not be crowded and the museums will be nearly empty.

Today I met a friend for lunch at the Pavilion Cafe at the National Gallery of Art Sculpture Garden, located just West of the National Gallery of Art. There was no line. The food was fresh and tasty and we sat outdoors in a pleasant, shady spot where we could see the beautiful flowers and talk. It was positively refreshing, despite the heat. The photograph of the hibiscus was taken today.

I was to pick up my car from the dealership after lunch. During the routine servicing, they found a problem. I suddenly had two hours to kill while they fixed it.

This was a huge gift that, when I was working, would have caused me much frustration. But today, it was luxury and I was in the middle of the best place I could be to have that happen. I decided to make the most of it.

I made a dash through the West Wing of the National Gallery of Art. I love the Italian sculptures and there is a nice exhibit of works of Tullio Lombardo, 1455-1532, a Venetian Renaissance Sculptor. It showcases a few of his more portable high relief marble carvings ), which includes lovers, saints and heroes. It was heavenly. Cool, uncrowded and magnificently presented. See the website for more information: http://www.nga.gov/press/exh/2864/index.shtm.

With a little more time remaining, I crossed the street to the National Archives. I am embarrassed to admit that I have not been there since 1973. I always steer visitors there, but because I knew the lines were always long, I did not go myself. Today there were no lines.

The presentation of the Declaration of Independence in the rotunda of the building is impressive. It calmed me, reinforced my faith in the wisdom of the Founding Fathers and the backbone of our great country and made me so proud that my relatives were part of the American Revolution. I was also impressed by how respectful all of the visitors were. People spoke in whispers, possibly encouraged by the dim lighting, and filed very slowly by each of the panels. One of the children looked at his Mother as she stood in front of the Declaration of Independence and said "are you crying Mom?" "Yes," she said. "This is important."

I am so grateful for the gift of a little extra time today, and that I used it wisely. It was a good day and one that I will remember for a long time. I also want to spend more time in DC before Labor Day so that I can enjoy the peace and quiet of Washington at the end of summer.

Small Animals Take on Distinctive Human Behaviors and Characteristics

During the past week with the Chinese professors, I began to understand how they learned English and how they categorized and filed away the bits and pieces they gathered as they experienced many everyday American activities. In order to absorb the important things and not overwhelm themselves with too much detail, they take a summary snapshot of the ideas, sometimes absent the humor, emotion or details that we Americans might ruminate endlessly.

Last night, on an evening driving tour of Washington, I pointed out landmarks that they might find interesting. They echoed their summaries of what they knew or recognized, as if I were quizzing them with flashcards or playing Alex Trebek on Jeopardy. Supreme Court building - "first Hispanic justice - Sotomayor!" US Capitol- "Congress!" Vice President's home - "not Cheney..." ["It's Biden," I said.] The Old Executive Office Building "Eisenhower Executive Office Building!" I started to explain how the Frenchman Pierre L'Enfant planned Washington with numbered streets going north and south, letters east and west and state at angles everywhich way. They interrupted and together shouted "L'Enfant Plaza Metro." "Yes, that's right, " I replied and continued. At the conclusion, one said "Oh, M street West to East." "Yes sort of," I said, "except where it is one way and only East to West." So much for the simple snapshot.

"What is the relationship of the Governors to the Senators," they asked. "Nothing formal," I said. "The Senators do not report to Governors," I explained adding facts about their roles. "But," I said, "most Governors have offices in Washington and have staff who help them lobby Congress to get things for their states." "Oh," they answered in unison, "we have that in Beijing." I decided not to complicate the lesson with further discussion.

En route to the airport this morning, the women asked many questions about the area outside the Washington Beltway and things they had heard about the United States and Americans. "Are there still Indians," they wondered? I squashed their mental [movie] pictures of American Indians as savages when I explained that many now live in poverty on land that is absent buffalo and not good for growing crops or enabling self sufficiency. That was not what they expected.

They asked about the Amish. Some of their classmates had been to Pennsylvania and talked about the horses and "carts" and how the Amish are environmentalists because they live off the land and do not waste resources. "This is religion?" one asked. I answered "yes," realizing later that that their picture of this religion is absent some pixels.

We talked about their classmates and who would be flying back with them and the man who complained every day that he was hungry. I joked that I hoped they did not have to sit next to him. They giggled and called me "very funny."

"Do you know the stories of Winnie the Pooh," I asked. "Of course, " they replied, puzzled that I would ask whether they knew about something so obviously Disney. I told them that their descriptions of the hungry man reminded me of Eeyore, who seemed never to be happy about anything. They agreed, seeming surprised that I would make the comparison. [I thought my joking about how many Eeyores I have dated would be lost on them so I kept that thought to myself.] I went on to say that I think that most groups of people anywhere have each of the characters in Winnie the Pooh. "There is always an Eeyore," I said, " and hopefully a Tigger to balance out his negativity. " "Yes, the one who bounces and has no teeth," one said, recognizing the character and possibly grasping my analogy. As is typical of conversations we had over the week of their visit, the other summarized succinctly, "yes, small animals take on distinctive human behaviors and characteristics." And so they do.

I hope one of them was seated next to a Pooh, who would make good company on a long flight back to Beijing.