This is the new facade of my old high school – Woodrow Wilson Senior High. I graduated over 40 (get that 40) years ago. When I went there, it was a 30-year-old brick building that had been through the wars and looked it.
If you look to the right of the vestibule, the first-floor window was my senior home room.
Was off the grid for a few days while visiting with my siblings in DC. When I left Atlanta, it was a lovely 75 degrees and sunshine. Got to DC and yes, there was sunshine, but the thermometer registered well over 90 degrees. Ick. And 600 miles farther NORTH for pete’s sake!
The friend who picked me up came with me to Arlington to pay our respects to my parents and parents of his friends. Arlington is, oddly enough for a military cemetery, an incredibly peaceful place. The ordered ranks of stones, the beautiful layout of the grounds and the respect everyone there shows makes it a quietly beautiful place to rest.
So much for rest. After a superlative sushi dinner, connected with my brother and sister and made a start at making order out of chaos. What fun. Especially since the next day the skies opened up with an all-day torrent, and the temperature dropped about 30 degrees. It was 46 the morning I left.
Back to the sunny South, where I just pulled a couple of loaves of bread out of the oven!
Had I known then what I know now, I probably wouldn’t have bought Tory. But I would have missed out on the safest cross-country ride I ever had. I would also not have developed the appreciation for the merits of dressage that I have since discovered. And of course I would have missed out on loads of wonderful Tory-stories!