The Capitol Hillbillies

We're baaack.

In case you didn't figure it out on your own, the aforementioned little blog break was actually a family vacation.  We had no more gotten the college girl home when Jed loaded up the truck and and headed for the hills.

Capitol Hill, that is...

Remember all that furniture I yakked about the week before?  It came right along with us, plus  enough other stuff to fill one of these things.

Jethro drove the U-Haul. 

Granny and Ellie May followed in Ebenezer. 

We kept on trucking until we reached our destination, 

a tiny apartment in the 

Capitol Hill Historic District
of DC. 

That's where a very Practical One was camping out in her first
  solo apartment.

She had moved in on the first day of the month, you see, 

but we couldn't get there with her furnishings until little sister got home.

  In the meantime, she had been roughing it on an inflatable mattress. 

That caused Granny Clampett a great deal of consternation... 

Not the Practical One, though.  

"No big deal,"  said she.

"I have a roof over my head and food to eat.
 If my biggest problem is waiting a few weeks for furniture, 

then I don't have a problem."

I like her style.

She tends to focus on the things of lasting value. 

Maybe that's why she chose to live
 in a tiny basement apartment

 in an old, restored, row house.

But then again, maybe that has more to do with her budget.

Believe it or not, there is someone in Washington
who thinks you ought to live within one of those.

I'd encourage her to run for office, but I'd probably have to rein in my yakker...

I'll be back later with The Great Furnishing Adventure 

and a tour beyond the garden gate. 

   As for today, I have a lot of catching up to do in Blog Land.