Naps and tea and violas

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

Thanks for your sympathy and suggestions for flu — I spent the day gladly following advice — napping on the couch, brewing delicious tea (1 sliced lemon, 1 T chopped ginger, 2 cloves, 2 1/2 C. boiling water -- or tea -- or something else. Steep 1/2 hour. Warm up again, but don’t boil. Add a touch of red pepper at the end!), going to the drugstore for vitamins, and airplane prep tablets. Also disinfectant to wash hands in flight. I had fun, because I’m pretty close to well again. 

Rejuvenated, I walked to the noon chamber music at that church across from the Capitol. On the way I heard interesting bits of conversation from women and men with umbrellas and well-pressed clothes. But I never caught enough to make any sense. (“When you talk to them, be sure not to reveal … " “Is it a promotion? Are you getting paid more?”) This dry talk as prologue made the music all the the sweeter. Today it was violas, I think, or something like that. I missed the intro. At first I thought they were cellos, big and little. I am loving these concerts.

And that long line Zing and I pass each morning waiting at the federal building — it’s for the INS — people taking a citizenship test or with other immigration issues. A man who used to work in the building told me INS goes in the front and Homeland Security goes in the back — through an electric-powered gate with a pointy black metal fence.

Love,
k

Violas