Our weekend was jam-packed and packed with jam.

Our Friday evening plans got rained out, and then our rain contingency plans got thrown out when the 2.5″ of rain that came down in an hour seeped into our apartment.

Flood protocols in place, Rudi headed off to work on Saturday, and (several hours later) I headed out on some errands. In the afternoon, I went up to the Petworth neighborhood where they were having a street festival. I bought some handmade cards, refrained from buying handmade jewelry, and ate Indian food from a local restaurant. I found their local hardware store and bought lightbulbs for the track lighting by our door that had gone out and returned home to replace them and put on warmer clothing, before heading to the ballpark.

Jayson Werth, who retired earlier this year, was being honored by the Nationals, with a funny and poignant ceremony in which he razzed his teammates and his teammates presented him with a rocking chair for his old age. He teared up (and then the entire ballpark followed suit) telling his mom, who was there with him and to whom he credited his athletic work ethic, that he’d left it all on the field. He then threw out the ceremonial first pitch, but because they’d placed the podium on the front of the pitcher’s mound, it’s clear that they planned on his throwing from in front of it. He was having none of that, though, and just threw his strike (in to his teenage son crouched down at the plate) over the podium instead. While it was long obvious to locals that he was a favorite with the fans (endearing himself early on when one of his batting songs was the theme to Game of Thrones), it was clear that everyone who worked at the ballpark liked him, too, and you could see him throughout the game popping up in various sections for selfies and to chat with employees.

This morning, we slept in before ambling over to the farmers market, where we bought a ginormous bag of yellow Romas, which Rudi later turned half of into soup. We watched some cycling and then braved the rain to go to the 40th anniversary Adams Morgan Festival. We listened to some live music, supported some school kids, signed a petition to get the alcohol permit revoked from the Trump hotel, and ate Nepalese momo dumplings. We sampled three homemade jams — strawberry habanero lime, orange vanilla lavender, and blueberry basil lemon — and liked them so much we bought all three. (You’ve been wondering since that first paragraph, haven’t you?) We wrapped up the day with a trip to one of D.C.’s indie bookstores, where they were having their quarterly member sale. We each came home with things we’d been looking for, including the new cds from Paul McCartney and Paul Simon and a collection of poetry, so it was a good way to conclude the weekend.

The week ahead holds a lot of rain (including potentially a hurricane), but today our landlord dropped off some sandbags, some sandless sandbags, and some more towels to help us cope. And we have a lot of fun activities planned, too, including meals with friends, volleyball games, and a concert. I hope you have things to look forward to, as well.