Nothing is perfect. And that includes our adjustment to this very different life. But there is progress. Our pictures are on the walls, and our bedroom door no longer squeaks. We have cable and Internet. All good.
The gym (called the “fitness center” here) is not crowded. The weather doesn’t feel like a dreary Boston November. The other night, we heard Professor Peter Edelman talk about his new book, Not a Crime to be Poor at a nearby bookstore and the next day went to a Ai Weiwei’s "Traces" exhibit at the Hirshhorn Museum, one of my favorite D.C. destinations.
Best of all, we were invited to our grandson Grady’s 11th birthday dinner on Wednesday, which we left with a handful of the boys’ generously-shared Halloween loot.
Not bad for our first ten days.