It's Sunday night again

It just doesn't seem right that I have to go to work on Mondays, does it?

Saturday started off with a venture to the Aquatic Gardens on Kenilworth Avenue. In this unlikely spot exists perhaps the prettiest sight (site?) in the District of Columbia, the view of the Anacostia Marsh and River from the end of the Acquatic Gardens boardwalk. Saturday did not disappoint, and the two egrets sitting out on an island were a nice plus. Of course, before you get to the boardwalk, you must stroll through the lilly pads and lotus swamps. This is a good time of the year to see them in pretty full bloom; a few weeks ago might have been better. And, because the day was so nice, a third species was prevalent: the tripods, each with a camera on top, and a patient, laden down photographer in close contact. We went with our pocket digitals, and liked our pictures. Would they be that much better if we had all that equipment?

We then went to the memorial to those men who lost their lives on the Titanic in 1912, saving the lives of women and children. The Christ like figure on a pedestal was sponsored by the 'women of America'. It is located in Washington. Anyone know where?

We had lunch at W Domku. No, we did not take a commuter flight to Warsaw. W Domku is, of all places, on Upshur between 8th and 9th. An eclectic mixture of eastern European menu items, served in a modern, light filled, informal setting. We did not over order; everything was good. We would especially recomment the carrot/ginger soup (with a good tang of ginger) and the three kinds of herring, each one smoother than the other (that probably is a logical impossibility).

Supper was at RFK, where we went with our New York houseguests to see the Mets beat the Nats. The score was 6-4; could have just as easily been the other way.

Today started off with a nice walk (with a bagel and good cup of coffee at its northernmost end), and a romp in the garden (if you can call it that), where I pulled enough weeds to fill at least one Dempsey Dumpster. Then for the most part a quet day at home, where I got to work on some of my many projects, followed by a trip to the gym where, while on the cross trainer, I read the finals parts (well, OK, I finished it at home) of Erik Larson's "Isaac's Storm", a book that came out in 1999, and dealt with the hurricane/flood that hit Galveston Texas and killed over 3000 in 1900. It is a very well written book, and a very quick read, and tells you not only about the Galveston storm, but about others over the centuries that have created havoc around the world, and about the vagaries of weather forecasting and weather forecasting politics. Yes, there is such a thing, most notably that the United States, when it took Cuba from Spain, set up its own weather station in Havana, not wanting to rely on the much more proficient Cuba forecasters and, to show its superiority, forbade the Cubans from transmitting any forecasts to the states. American arrogance hasn't changed much, has it?