February 14th, 2011

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Poem for Valentine's Day and Oxon Hill Farm

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We picked up younger son from my mother after Hebrew school and went to Oxon Hill Farm Park, which my mother tells me I visited as a child, but I have no memory of it. The national park often has wagon rides and living history programs, plus Underground Railroad exhibits, but it was quiet today and except for my friend Annmarie who came to meet us, there were only a handful of other people the entire time we were there. The farm has cows, sheep, goats, chickens, pigs, horses, a donkey, geese, plus wild turkeys and ducks who come for the free food, so younger son was quite pleased, plus he got to take photos of them all (the geese and goats were particularly aggressive in trying to get us to feed them, which of course we couldn't do, but that didn't stop the geese from making a racket). We walked around to look at the Alexandria skyline across the Potomac River, then came home for peanut noodles.


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We spent the evening watching the Grammys, which I enjoyed -- absolutely loved the opening Aretha Franklin tribute with lots of women I love saluting her, enjoyed Mick, enjoyed the Dolly Parton tribute, enjoyed Katy, got a kick out of seeing Barbra so nervous that she had to clip her long notes, and really enjoyed the Cee-Lo Muppet performance (I couldn't really have cared who won most of the awards -- I'm sick of Lady Antebellum's bland Alan Parsons ripoff but better them than Eminem). But of course the awards I really cared about from Sunday night were the BAFTAs, and except for poor Tom Hooper (who won the Director's Guild award, which means he's still the Oscar favorite), I couldn't have been happier with the results; Helena Bonham Carter cracked me up saying she was used to losing and surprised to win!