For the Daily Prompt: forecast.
We walk on at Fort Worden. I am disappointed that the eagle has flown. Then I spot another large silhouette in a different tree. Eagle? Yes, and not one eagle. Two!
The forecast is eagles.
For the Daily Prompt: forecast.
We walk on at Fort Worden. I am disappointed that the eagle has flown. Then I spot another large silhouette in a different tree. Eagle? Yes, and not one eagle. Two!
The forecast is eagles.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: vagrant.
A vagrant can be “a person without a settled home or regular work who wanders from place to place and lives by begging.”
Right now, our local Legion is helping the local Coast Guard employees who are not getting their paychecks, by giving them 1300 gift cards for $100 for food. The story is here.
I am angry that our government is locked up, that 800,000 people are not able to work or are working without pay, and that another twice that number contract with the government. They will not get back pay.
The photograph is not the Coast Guard, it is a zoom of Indian Island.
The employees furloughed have been invited to the Food Bank. I think Congress and the President should donate their salaries, no, not salaries but their INCOME to all the people they’ve affected until the shut down ends. How dare they make vagrants of honest workers.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: immerse.
My daughter loves the water. Here she is going into Lake Matinenda in Ontario. She swam across it, miles, with me in a small canoe.
Our eagle from another angle, down the beach.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: marble.
Taken with my cell phone out the window last night: a super blood wolf moon marble in the sky, at the height of the eclipse.
It’s not a brilliant photo, except the sky really is so big and even the moon is small.
A few minutes later the color changes.

Have a wonderful week!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: pet.
This is Miss Boa Black. I am not sure if she is my pet or I am hers.
My daughter picked a kitten from the pound 15 years ago. A few days later I took my son there and handed him Boa. She was tiny, feather soft, and purred the instant we picked her up. The other cat is gone, but Boa is still here. She is really a one person cat and the person is me. She hates it when I pull suitcases out and lately she has been tucking me in at night. She does love the kids but disapproved strongly when they went off to college and only visit erratically.
She still has the softest fur.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: cook.
I really do like to cook. Eating is a pleasure too and I am blessed with children, now young adults, who always liked to eat. No fussy eaters in our house! I wouldn’t allow sodas in the house and when we went to restaurants, they could choose soda as a dessert or a dessert but not both. I harped on the evils of sugar and television, at least, too much of either. We did and do eat chocolate.
This is my cousin’s cabin, at Lake Matinenda, from 2012. The earliest cabin is from the late 1930s and they all have pretty basic kitchens. We filter the lake water now but used to drink it straight from the lake. My family stayed in a tent mostly and my parents, mostly my mother, cooked on a single burner camp stove. Bless her! A lot of work! We all took part in the cabin work. Trash taken out by boat, filling water buckets, working with hand tools and cooking on burners. The propane refrigerator is much better than trying to function out of a cooler! It taught all of us good camping kitchen skills and we have family recipes for the lake stay.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: chores.
I am not blue about chores. Not at all. I like chores. Being an independent stubborn woman, I don’t do them in the order or way that society currently seems to think we should do them. I do them in the order I think is important.
I was divorced in 2007, with a 14 year old and a 9 year old. My Ex promptly left town. He stayed in very close touch with the kids, calling about 5 out of 7 days, but did not see them for a year. I was working full time and had over night call.
My goal was that the kids would both know how to do lots of basic chores by the time they left home. Vacuum. Sweep. Clean the bathroom. Do laundry. Replace lightbulbs. Cook. Grocery shop. Plan a meal. Change a tire. Check the oil in each of our cars. We have a 1986 Honda Civic 5 speed, so include drive a clutch. Avoid debt and some basic money handling. Discuss insurance: car insurance, health insurance, others. I started turning over the responsibility for their own health care, dental, vision as well. I want them to know the family medical history and we discussed addictive substances and politics and justice. When my son was in college they asked for cell phones for Christmas. I asked them to research phones and a family plan and said, yes, I would do that. They did a great job bringing me the information. I wanted them to disagree with me as well. If they wanted to do something, they could argue their case and might convince me. I did not hire someone to do our household chores because running a household is work, honorable work, undervalued, and underappreciated. And expensive if you hire people to do all of it.
Both of my kids are much neater than me. Less packrat. At least, they are now… I think it’s a late expressing gene….
I took the photograph two days ago, on a walk in the evening. All blue.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: shard.
I photographed our local mosaic sculptures and I can’t find the pictures. I just went through 3 years of photographs and it’s making me too sad. Yesterday a patient said, “How are you?” I replied, “Mostly happy with occasional grumpiness.” Sorrow too. So here is a mostly blue photograph with a little pink. Maybe the happiness is the pink in which case I said it backwards.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: quest.
mermaid
when I was born, they took my skin
i had no skin
i was frightened
i wept
a witch came
she studied me
i turned my head from the spoon
“Good,” she said, “You may refuse it if you want.”
She gave me the gift of anger
it was the only defense I had
but over the years
I studied and thought
and I found my tears
and I found my fears
i made my skin of tears
this took me many years
one tear for each scale
at last it is done
my skin
is complete
i smile at the sky
as i don it
i slip into the water
and i am gone
BLIND WILDERNESS
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