Sunrise two days ago.
For the weekly photo challenge: transformation.
I took this during the Wooden Boat Festival this year. I am in the Sunrise Rotary. We sell hotdogs, beef and veggie and virtual (for your avatar) to raise money for all sorts of projects: incoming and outgoing exchange students, a shelter box or two to go to disasters, grant money for our local domestic violence and trauma shelter, dictionaries for every 3rd grader in the county, money to a project in Rwanda to support grandmothers taking in orphaned children that they are not even related to….
Many thanks to everyone who helps. Some people don’t eat hotdogs, beef or veggie, but donate anyhow. Since it’s Wooden Boat, I dress as a very unrealistic pirate. I just like the hat and lace!
For the Daily Prompt: neighbors.
I took this in the early morning at the Northwest Maritime Center.
For the Daily Prompt: gratitude.
I am full of gratitude this morning, for friends, for love, for living near the water and the boats. My daughter was home for college this summer teaching sailing at the NW Maritime Center to children who were here visiting and to children who live here. She says that some of them had hardly been in a boat before. If one child got scared in the pair out in sailboats, they might get others scared and crying. Still, she felt that they had enough staff and good training and were very safety conscious in this cold water.
One week half the kids said that their favorite thing the whole week was when one of the instructors went overboard. Honestly, he was pretty cold after that but learned to bring extra clothing.
My daughter took the Level One Sailing Instructor Course in Seattle before she started teaching. The instructors here at the Maritime Center got to know each other and work as a team.
The small land pirate ship is on the water side of the Northwest Maritime Center and is popular all summer, during the Wooden Boat Festival and for the younger Messing Around in Boats program in the summer. Small pirates ho! Gratitude for imagination and cameras and play and the sunrise and sunset.
I propose a quiet week.
I propose a week off.
No attention: that is, a week where we do not mention He Who We Are Tired Of.
We don’t read the twitter
We interview the laundry worker at the White House.
“How are things?”
“Quiet. Today we are bleaching.”
“Wow, those sheets are really white.”
“Yes. They are.”
We interview a gardener at the White House.
“How are things?”
“There is a mole in the South Lawn.”
“Wow. Is that a problem?”
“Not really. Someone could step in a hole and hurt an ankle.”
“Are you using poison?”
“Oh, no, that wouldn’t be nice. We’ve done research and a live capture will move her to a really beautiful meadow in Alexandria. The owner likes moles. We send some South Lawn dirt along to keep her from being upset. We’re been very successful with this program, no complaints.”
“None have come back?”
“The bridges are a bit much for moles. They haven’t tried though, they usually find Alexandria quieter. The Easter Egg hunt is a bit stressful for moles, all those crowds.”
“That’s great! How wonderful.”
“Yes, all quiet here. I love my job.”
“Well, that’s the White House and Washington, DC update for today. Tomorrow we talk to a congressional window washer. They have an amazing view!”
For the Daily Prompt: trademark.
For Wordless Wednesday.