Two loud little kids on the train ride home from Charlottesville:
A: Do you like cheese?
B: Huh?
A: Do you like cheese?
B: Yes. Just not this kind.
A: Not yellow cheese?
B: Huh?
A: No, I like white cheese. White American. Just American.

(I look over and realize they’re eating Lunchables.)

5 minutes later:

A: Just taste the cheese.
B: I did! I don’t like it.
A: I don’t like it either…. I dropped it.
B: Oh.
A: Did you know it was my first time tasting this kind of cheese? I didn’t know I didn’t like it though. That’s why I dropped it.

“Careful With Fire” — the most useless road sign ever, in Virginia, with a big illustration of a flame

Field trip: Mark and I wanted to go to the Potomac to canoe… funny thing, we got lost. Instead we ended up at St. Sophia’s, a Greek Orthodox cathedral. We tiptoed in, and a man (priest?) was discussing wedding plans with a small group near the back of the church. Mark didn’t want to go in and disturb them, but I slipped inside anyway… amazing. The walls and domed ceiling are an intricate mosaic of gold tiles. My favorite part was the windows, with rose- and peach-tinted squares that filter the light into perpetual sunset colors. Mark eventually came in and we went on a quest to get to the top of the dome, because we could see a walking space up there: some sneaking through back hallways, an unlocked door, a dark staircase, and there we were, face-to-face with the mosaic dome.

Random thought that kept me awake last night: The only friends I’ve ever had major fallings-out with (see also “bad friend” blog below) are the three people I thanked in my senior high yearbook quote. Ha.

Realization: I think everyone, at some point or another, has been a bad friend. The Bad Friend: forgets to e-mail, feels guilty, resolves to call, is afraid it’ll be weird, doesn’t call, feels guilty, etc. But some people are better than others at becoming The Good Friend again. I am really lousy at making amends when I’ve slipped into Bad Friend status. I usually try to make everything okay again instantly, magically. And that has probably made things worse with more friends than I can count.

“People make mistakes. They lose hundreds of thousands of dollars in business deals. I do, I do it all the time…” — George, explaining how to take responsibility for one’s actions

George’s dog ran away this week. I mean, really, she could have died… it was about 95 degrees, and I let her outside, and she got out of the yard (not sure how) and ran away. But no one noticed until that night. Amanda and I came home, and George was in the neighbor’s yard, calling for Sully. Amanda and I went out to look for her right away, in the humid dark we swept the park for her, and the sidestreets nearby. George stayed up late into the night whistling for her. That’s the only time in my life I ever felt like he was a real person. … The next day George called the Humane Society and found out Sully was there; she hadn’t had tags on.

” ‘Why am I here?’ I wasted my whole life thinking about this stuff… I should’ve just gone fishing. I should’ve had a sandwich, had a few laughs.” — Steven Wright