In Afghanistan, the elections were a roaring success. I watched, concerned, because "J" was in Kabul and I was concerned about his safety, the safety of his friends, and concerned that the Afghan people would be blocked from voting. Apparently, there were 4000 mules required to carry the ballot boxes. Men and women lining up to vote in spite of threats of violence, and actual attacks on the Election HQ days leading up to the elections.
Sometimes, I'm overwhelmed by the magnitude of what has happened to me. And, sometimes, it seems so small when compared to these things. "J" wrote to me that, after the elections, he sat in the dark, smoked a cigar, and listened to Beethoven's 9th symphony. Ode to Joy.
"J" returns this week. I'm looking forward to seeing him again. To spending time with him and finding out if he is as interesting and worthy as he seems to be. Unsurprisingly, I'm of the "Trust, but verify" paradigm. But he keeps my attention in a way that I did not expect. I like him.
I jogged into DC last Saturday. An 8.5 mile route along the Potomac and into the 7th street area where I used to live. I met Shelly for lunch at Rosa Mexicana and ate far too much homemade guacamole. Very nice. I think a person can live off of it. The cherry blossoms near the river were blooming, but those along the Tidal basin were still closed off.
It is spring.
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