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'Fried Laminate' was later changed to 'Fried green Laminate'--you know, like 'Fried green tomatoes'. (That green laminate was really ugly, by the way. I'm glad we got rid of it.) |
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I have a vague suspicion that Noah may on occasion be told by his sisters some of the contents of my blog, so in light of this terrifying suspicion I decided I should probably start being more intelligent in my posts. I decided this on Friday, then we watched Master and Commander on Saturday, which got me to thinking about Tantara.....and then I came up with this post about waves. So, I guess my intelligent posts will have to wait. Without further ado, I will now begin my random thoughts on 'waves'.
I remember a day sometime in the spring of 2007--we were sailing south just off the coast of Florida. The sun was just setting, casting red-gold rays over the bright blue water. We were sailing the fastest we had ever sailed--14 knots on a wave-- but not faster than a pod of dolphins who leaped and swam in circles around our boat. We could see them shooting like torpedoes through the clear blue water as each wave rose up behind us, then crashed on, carrying us with it. We were running, wing and wing with the wind, and enjoying it; the wind was fresh, life was good, we were headed south.
If we hadn't known better, we would probably have been terrified as we saw the gigantic waves rising up behind us. Each wave rises and rises until it seems to you a mile high, and then, just when you are sure it is about to crash down on you, suddenly it seemingly swoops down and lifts the boat high in the air. Then, at this precise moment--no sooner, no later-- Daniel and i would jump as high as we possibly could. The wave would then crash back down, taking the boat with it and leaving us in the air, resulting in two blissful seconds of 'flying'. Then with a 'thud' we would come crashing back down to the deck, sometimes gracefully, most times not, but it was all worth it for those two seconds. The closest I have ever gotten to simulating this 'wave hopping' experience is jumping up and down on an extra-fast elevator. But of course, it's just not the same. I have much more to say, but it is dinner time and I have to go see to it's preparation. (In case Daniel poisons the soup, you know, that kind of thing.) Please comment! And tell me what you think about me posting more about our sailing adventures. (And by the way, that sunset picture wasn't taken while underway, at least not the day I was talking about. It's far too risky. The camera might fly out of your hands at any moment! And if someone is laughing at this moment because of my mention of 14 knots being our fastest, you must remember that Lagoon catamerans are not racing boats!) ~Joy Bird |
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Here's some pictures of Trinka playing the piano.
Isn't she a talented puppy? She can play, sing, and be cute all at the same time!
~Joy Bird |
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Blessings on thee, little man,
Oh for boyhood's painless play, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Read the rest of the poem here. Where did the Barefoot boy go? I've always wondered why little boys (and girls) don't wander around and discover God's creation by themselves anymore. America seems to be obsessed with 'signing up' for everything. If you want to go on your nature walk with carefully marked trails, you must 'sign up' and go with a group who, the trail guide assumes, knows absolutely nothing. If a young boy were to decide he wanted to study bees, and in order to do so, he went out to the local nature park (by park I don't mean a small one with a ball field and a playground, but on with lots of trails, and maybe a pond or a creek) and sat among the wildflowers for an afternoon, sooner or later a park ranger would find him, ask him where his parents were, and make him leave. Or worse--some gangster weirdos might come and scare him away. I do realize that a lot of people don't live within walking distance of a park, or in the country. Our house in Alabama was wonderful because we had a big back yard next to a canal where we could fish, ride our bikes, make little gardens, or just sit under the live oaks and read to our heart's content. But then, how many times have you been walking through a park and you saw a group of kids just going for a walk, or fishing, without a teacher yelling at them and trying to get them to stay in a line? What do they do all day even if they do live right next to a park? I suppose they watch TV. People also seem to be obsessed with safety. "Everyone must wear a life jacket in the cabin, because if you don't, you'll fall over board and drown." (Did you catch that? You must wear one 'in the cabin.' Where it would be impossible to fall overboard.) "My kid fell off the see-saw at the play ground and hurt his arm, so I'm suing the city and making them take all the see-saws away because they are dangerous." So that's why the play grounds just keep on getting more boring every year. They're taking the fun out of life! "Don't go barefoot on the beach because there might be glass." Yes, and there are probably shells too. I think if the kid never gets his feet pricked or falls off of a see-saw, he'll never learn what really is dangerous, and he'll be even more careless. The Native Americans had a good point when they said that they never scolded their babies when they crawled toward the fire. They said that if it singed itself, then it would know better next time not to do it again--better than if they had scooped it up just in time and gave it the lecture of it's life. Of course, maybe that was extreme...it was fire, after all. Well, I am getting off subject of 'Barefoot boys', I guess I was trying to explain why they don't seem to exist anymore. Well, that's not true. If they still exist, Daniel sure is one. :D That reminds me--here's an interesting website on the benefits of going barefoot. Maybe it's a little extreme, but...I like it! http://www.unshod.org/pfbc/pfbc.htm (If any of you know me, you'll know that shoes are the bane of my existence.) Tel me what you think! ~Joy Bird
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Trinka in the snow this morning. Mamma calls her 'heart-breakingly cute'.
Trinka is winking at the camera
Like in Get Smart when Max tells the puppy in the window that he can't take it home--that kind of 'heart-breakingly cute'. ;) ~Joy Bird |
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I was going to post a more serious post today but we have been very busy today and the time just slipped away! So look for a post later on next week about 'brainwashing bunnies'. Here's what we've been busy with: We've been putting in new windows,
and tearing apart the garage and putting on a new roof....
...among other things. Tonight we've been clearing out the kitchen and salvaging cupboards before they start tearing it apart tomorrow morning. We've also just learned that our second bathroom is also going to be demolished. I'm not really looking forward to living without a bathroom or a kitchen, but somehow we'll survive. It shouldn't take too long. Hopefully. Maybe. Be looking for brainwashed bunnies on Monday! ~Joy Bird |
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Lately we've been seeing a lot of spiders in the house. I mean, it's one thing to see them peacefully making their spider-webs in your window well, but it's quite another thing to find them going for a swim in the sink, climbing up your bedroom walls, on your pillow, or--worst of all--lurking in the folds of your bath towel. And it's even worse when the creepy arachnids happen to be inch-long black widows. Don't worry--I'm not going to post pictures! The arachniphobic of the family would never forgive me. Here's a picture that I took on a hike in Mueller State Park: |
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