For Norm2.0’s Thursday Doors.
door with blanket
Tag Archives: Wooden boat
future shipwrights
He just looks
sometimes eyes want
nice shoulders, I’ll say that
worn carhartts have seen work
can’t make assumptions
even the attorneys have boats
sand the brightwork on the weekends
and it’s not fall yet
so the shedboys aren’t hunting
winter warmth, house and embrace
she’s aware he’s looking
arched
grey watcher
older woman
invisible
to both
watch the projections
slither over each other
every day
written in response to etouffee’s She just looks at me
abstract
sail
For Wordless Wednesday.
gratitude!
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.
He Who We Are Tired Of
I propose a quiet week.
I propose a week off.
No twitter.
No video.
No tapes.
No attention: that is, a week where we do not mention He Who We Are Tired Of.
We don’t read the twitter
the tweets
the discord
the insults
the stunts
the anger.
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?”
“Quiet.”
“Any problems?”
“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.
