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The fact of the matter is, the circumstance of my wife's injuries have prevented me from devoting the time necessary to complete my Inauguration post for so long now that it has lost all sense of immediacy. If Margie is able, we are going to return to Wasilla either Sunday or Monday and so I just may wait until I can sit down in my office and just do the post then.
Or maybe I will find the time to do it tomorrow, which is really today, as it is 1:49 AM Saturday morning that I type these words.
For the time being, it may have lost its freshness, but, 100 years from now, it will be just as fresh as if Margie had not been hurt and I had posted it the night of the inaugural, as I had planned.
So, for today, I will illustrate how Lisa and I have been dining while Margie lies in her bed in the guest house.
On the afternoon following the inauguration, we found this little 24 hour Steak and Egg Restaurant. Even though it was afternoon, we needed breakfast, so we went in. The food was excellent - especially the omelets. We took scrambled eggs back to Margie. We have eaten breakfast there everyday since, although we have not seen this cook again. He was having some kind of dispute with his boss. I wonder if that has anything to do with why?
Maybe he just took a vacation to Alaska. We told him what a great place Alaska is.
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One of Lisa's great ambitions for this trip was to eat sushi in New York City. Now that we are not going to New York City, we decided to try D.C. Sushi instead. As it happens, this place sits right next to Steak and Eggs Restaurant. So tonight, we went here.
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The sushi was quite good - except for the salmon. The salmon was bland. It was farm salmon. I don't know why they even bother. We brought terriyaki chicken back to Margie, who has never gotten used to the idea of sushi. Traditionally, Apaches shunned fish as food, which is curious as they are so closely related to Alaska's Athabascans, who eat fish by the ton. Margie does like wild Alaska salmon - cooked: roasted, broiled, fried, smoked or dried.
When I travel from Alaska to the Outside, I almost always find the salmon to be extremely disappointing.
As for the cat shirt, we have fallen into a routine where, after breakfast, I drop Lisa off at the Metro and she goes into DC to do some exploring and I come back to Margie. Always, Lisa returns with a shopping bag full of Obama memories. Today, she found the cat shirt.
She was very pleased.