I consider my last permanent place of residence in the Philippines as my permanent vacation home. Staying with my older son in base housing at Eglin Air Force Base in Florida is my vacation from that vacation. I now consider the trip to Temple Hills as a vacation from that vacation since I’ll be returning there.
Josie and I stopped at Sarah’s house in Temple Hills on the way to visit another friend in New Jersey. That was some period between the beginning of 1989 and the end of 1991. For the life of me, I can’t remember which year or month, only that it wasn’t cold at the time. I was in the Middle East from December of 1990 to April of 1991, so it was most likely mid-1990.
Despite the fact that I had to go around Baltimore to get to Temple Hills (I was probably lost), it isn’t a suburb of Baltimore. It’s a suburb of Washington, DC. When I learned of this (quite vocally from a relative who visited me in the Philippines later on), it confused me a little. I’m not familiar with this part of the United States at all.
Josie and I arrived at the Baltimore-Washington International (BWI) airport late Wednesday night. I don’t know where Josie went with Sarah yesterday but they went somewhere to do the zumba thing. I rode with Tony, her partner, over the Potomac River into Alexandria, Virginia last night.
Sarah is a retired United States federal civil service employee and a social security retiree, yet she still works at a part-time job. She will work the graveyard shift tonight so that Josie and I can join her for a tour of Washington, DC tomorrow afternoon. I don’t know if Tony will be joining us. It will be my first (and probably only) time visiting the capital city of the United States.
The length of this mini-vacation is just three weeks and we’re not planning on doing very much. I’m helping Tony clean up his back yard. We have to remove all the fallen leaves from two oak trees and one hickory tree. He’s not that much older than me, but he’s been hospitalized a couple of times and he’s pretty weak.
It’s cold here. I don’t like the cold. When I’m fully dressed, with a jacket on, only my face gets cold and only when there’s a breeze. It’s too early in the year for snow and I’m thankful it will stay above freezing until after we return to Florida. I hate to say it, but my second trip to Temple Hills will probably be my last. I’m not planning on returning to the United States after I go back to the Philippines.