I tell you, it was like being in another world. I can see why this is the go-to spot for going to see the cherry blossoms in the spring. Everything was beautiful. The walking paths were beautiful, the houses were beautiful, the people were beautiful, even the Giant was beautiful.
And the people were so nice! Do they have any problems at all? Or are the problems they do have so miniscule in comparison to those of most that the Potomac-isians (Potomacites? Potomiatics?) have to inflate their problems to live some semblance of a normal life? As a woman, I wonder what these women do with no job and a lot of help around the house?
Is life really that different for them than for me? And what makes for true meaning in anyone’s life, regardless of how filthy rich (or rich seeming) one may be? Questions to ponder.
But if it were me, I would prefer to collect hobbies.