So, after last week's drama of having my cellphone stolen on the Metro (it must have fallen off while Rachel and I were heading to Federal Triangle, but a police officer who helped me called the number and someone answered it, so it is definitely in someone else's possession), I've gotten a new cellphone (same number). My sliced finger is healing, I've worked hard to get extra sleep and I am (hopefully) on the mend.
Rachel's Daisy Scout troop was greeting veterans at the airport for Veterans Day when my phone went missing. I wish I could share pictures of how cute she looked with her homemade sign. The vets were all quite old -- from WWII and Korea -- and one was so charmed by Rachel that he leaned over in his wheelchair and kissed her hand! She couldn't get over it.
Afterward we hung out at Dunkin' Donuts at the airport, took the Metro in to the District -- which is when I discovered my phone was gone -- and I was so discouraged that we headed to the Sackler Gallery and collapsed on a bench outside. Rachel napped on my lap for an hour while I dozed on and off.
Then we walked 4,509 miles to the Lincoln Memorial (kidding -- it was, indeed, quite a walk) and browsed through the gift shop before I hailed a cab to Drew's office and The Post. Rachel stayed with Drew until it was time for him to leave. She had books and her advanced-level math workbook to keep her happy.
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