Life in DC

Well, I have been inspired to write again by reading a blog from a guy who has nine kids.
Julie and I are settling very nicely here in DC. Her art is skyrocketing, which is incredibly exciting. Every time she goes to a market, she meets all kinds of people and they tell her how great her work is and how talented she is. And they're right. I tell her all the time, but she thinks I have to say that. The same with her beauty.
We've made a couple of friends in the past couple of months. Two of the people I've gotten to know at work are leaving now. Figures. One, Bob, is moving back to Ohio. He's had enough of the city. And I can't say that I blame him.
I see hundreds of people in the 30 minutes of travel that I do to and from work each day. I don't know a single one of them. Sometimes, surprisingly, you'll see someone more than once and recognize them. But noone ever actually says anything to anyone. Well, actually, some people do- the homeless always say something: "Help me. Can you spare some change? You got any money? I've got diabetes and need money for dialysis." I often think of retorts to these pathetic attempts at duping me out of my hard-earned money. "Help you do what exactly? Spare change? In this city? Yes I have money, what of it? Do you have money? Can I have it? Diabetes huh? Dialysis, really? So you're hoping that begging will supply you with the money for regular dialysis treatment?
But the people you want to hear from never say anything. There are so many interesting-looking people around. So for all the people I see all the time, I still feel like I'm alone until I get to where I am going.
Anyway, things are going well. I hope that if there is anyone who actually reads this, that you are doing well too. Yes, you.
God Bless.