Its A Beautiful Day in the Capitol

And can't you just hear Mr. Roger's singing that now?

It is indeed a beautiful day. It rained last night, and when I came up out of the metro, the sky was that deep light blue that Gram Cram always said you could make a dutchman's pants out of. The air had more than a hint of autumn, and the breeze felt cool and almost crisp on my skin. It was still warm enough for no jacket, but I'd have been sorry if I'd not had sleves.

Fall's coming.

In other musings:

Bronnie (one of my tribe) and I were discusing my niece Jenny. I'm pretty proud of Jen at the moment. She made a hard decision, and possibly kept herself from making the same mistakes as her mother. Just before the invitations went out, she cancelled her wedding, and broke the engagement. She was making a mistake, and had the courage to admit it, and stop before it was a life altering mistake. When Bronnie and I discussed this, we agreed that we were radically different from our parents generation, who were taught that it was too late at that point, and the embarassment, and all that bullshit, and taught us the same. Our mother's wouldn't have encouraged this. Or rather, they'd have secretly gone "HELL YEAH!" while outwardly being disapproving because that was what was expected of them.

I'm really proud of her.