One of the things that I like best about living in Glover Park is our proximity to the Whole Foods on Wisconsin Avenue. Having grown up in Pennsylvania, I hadn't been into a Whole Food store until I first visited D.C. to apartment search with my then roommate, E. The two of us, completely clueless (we thought Glover-Archibold Park was a body of water when we looked at our D.C. street map) wandered the city, looking at a dank, dark, English garden apartment in Adams Morgan and one sunny studio at 2800 Wisconsin Ave. At the urging of E, I took the studio (E was afraid I would "Plath-out" in the English garden unit), and elated, the two of us walked down the street to see if we could find some food. We passed a bar, the Grog and Tankard, an old haunt of Mr. Beeton's, and I knew I'd made the right decision. And then, when I entered the mecca of Whole Foods, I felt even more sure that I was on the right track. The apple I bought was one of the best I had ever eaten.
Since that day, I've visited the flagship Whole Foods store in Austin, Texas (Mr. Beeton was in graduate school at the University of Texas), but nothing compares to my Wisconsin Avenue Whole Foods. It's one of the things I'll miss the most if we ever move out of this neighborhood... which we just might. Someday.
Tomorrow, we go to see a realtor. Before Christmas, we met with the bank, just to see if it might be possible to own our own place. And, it looks like it might. So, tomorrow, we're off to see what D.C. has to offer us. I'll keep you posted. For now, Mr. Beeton, Ella, and I will curl up in front of our cardboard fireplace and enjoy our "second floor living without a yard."
Keep sweeping, Martha
Watched Night at the Museum 2.
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