Actually, I've been pretty impressed with how well my contacts have done everything that needed to be done. They really have the routine organized well and know how to walk newbies like me through it. When you consider that the Embassy and related activities have almost 100% turnover every 12 months and that there are several thousand billets to be filled, it's a helluva demanding job. About as soon as a job is filled with a warm body, it's time to start advertising for a replacement, and once they're selected, they all have to be run through the same set of hoops.
We finished up my in-processing this afternoon and I headed up to Baltimore to visit my aunt and cousin. That meant leaving Tyson's Corner around 2:15 pm, driving around the Beltway, up I-95, and halfway around the Baltimore Beltway. This trip reminded me of why I never want to live in this area again. Traffic. Backed up, creeping along, stop-and-go ... and it wasn't even the rush hour! I found that all my old Washington driving instincts quickly returned. I knew how to aggressively protect my place in line while watching for openings in the adjacent lanes that might let me gain a carlength or two. No bastard's gonna cut me off!
This evening, my aunt made crab cakes for dinner. Friends, these are world-class crab cakes. You won't find their equal in any five-star restaurant. They are light, packed with crabmeat, delicately seasoned, and ohmigawd delicious. Aunt B says she just follows the recipe. Well, maybe so, and Rembrandt just slopped paint on canvas, too. These crab cakes should be designated a Certified National Treasure by an act of Congress.
So now it's late and I'm brain dead. Getting up at five o'clock may be fine for some people, but this lazy-ass artist isn't used to that. Not now, anyway, although that will probably change pretty quickly.
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