08.06.08
Busy day at the beach
Yesterday, hot and sunny as it was, drew lots of beachgoers. I didn’t make it to the group outing at Point no Point, but we did hang out at our very own Fay Bainbridge again.
Overheard: (from a shivering would-be swimmer): “I’m from Minnesota, and this is damn cold!”
Once again, my kids don’t care. They just run right in, and when it dawns on them that it might be a little chilly, they hop out and roll around on the warm sand.
Yesterday’s beach snacks: blueberries and lychees. Can’t ever have enough.
07.04.08
Happy 4th at Tacoma’s Freedom Fair
We joined some of B’s cousins and extended family for a prime view of the air show and the Sound:
This is looking from north Tacoma over to Brown’s Point.
After snacking and visiting, we wandered down to the festivities along the waterfront, where I got a henna tattoo:
She had a binder full of designs to choose from, but I asked her to just do whatever she wanted.
Turned out lovely!
It actually smells lovely too, like cloves and cardamom. Even now, hours after and with the dark paint brushed off, it still smells nice.
And overheard on the sidewalk this afternoon: “It’s a fine line between being a street performer and being stinking insane.”
It’s been a day for the senses, full of sights, sounds, smells, and tastes. Now we get to listen to the whistles, pops, bangs, and blasts far into the night.
05.21.08
And she’s off!
K. embarked this morning on a 3-day, 2-night Outdoor Education adventure with the rest of the 4th graders. The Ordway gym this morning was a swarming hive of industrious, excited bees.
Overheard from the happy hubub:
“organized disaster”
“where’s my lunch?”
“Holy cow, that’s heavy!”
“are we ready?”
11.01.07
Mist-erious music
This morning we were awoken early by a mysterious series of tones. It sounded a little like organ notes, and B. even went out to the garage to see if the electric organ had a Halloween prankster—but that wasn’t it. When we opened the window, it was a little louder. I thought of the Buddhist monks that walk along Wyatt Way, beating their drums. Were they playing pan pipes? At 5 in the morning? Sometimes the notes reverberated, sometimes they sounded a touch vibrato, sometimes they seemed to be coming from different sources and in perfect fifths. I was sleepily mystified, and utterly unable to sleep.
It took waking up to thick fog to realize that–duh–we had been hearing foghorns from the harbor, distorted enough to be entirely musical.
09.01.07
Overheard in downtown Winslow
time: 5 pm
little boy to Dad while picking blackberries on the side of the road: “Ouch! It bit me!”
Dad: “Oh, they bite everyone.”
08.28.07
Overheard at Back of Beyond
Time: 11:00 am
Woman behind kayak-rental desk to kayak guide: “I sent a guy out for two hours. He seemed a little shaky…I think he might come back wet.”
08.11.07
Overheard at Town & Country Market
Time: 12:50 pm
Harried mother to young son: “No, you cannot eat sushi in the car!”
