In Which it is Summer

Today the temperature reached 86 degrees. Tomorrow it will be up to 90. It's very confusing to me. It's not supposed to be warm yet! I'm going to have to buy more clothes for work. I have 20 sweaters, but wool is not preferable right now. I want to sit on the porch and read novels, not go to work.

I took the Praxis II exam for teacher certification on Saturday morning. It's the last one I had to take. I did pass the other 3 required tests. I got completely lost trying to get to the tiny office building/college in downtown Arlington where the test was held, and then got a written warning from a police officer when I made a U-turn illegally trying to find a place to park. It was a fun morning, let me tell you. I really wished I could have stayed home and sat in the yard, soaking up the heat.

Fortunately, in the afternoon, I went to the Air and Space Museum Udar-Hazt building. Or Udpar-Hazy. Or is it Upuir-Hazhy? It's a big hanger with lots of antique airplanes and an observation tower. I saw the Enola Gay, which dropped the atomic boms in WWII. I saw some of the earliest planes. I saw a big shiny plane from the '50's, which looks like something that Indiana Jones would have flown in. I saw the Space Ship Enterprise (really!), but not Captain Kirk. I also got a nice picture of the Washington-Dulles airport from the observation tower.

On another note:

In the May edition of Smithsonian Magazine (which I obtained with my shiny-new membership card), I learned an interesting fact about Rochester, NY. On May 16, 1939, the USDA started the first food stamps program in an effort to get surplus food from the farmers to the urban poor. The program ended in 1943, but it was the first in the nation.