Today I achieved peak Seattle!
August 2, cloudy, 59 F with a
light mist--perfect conditions
for pressure-washing a sailboat
down at S. Leschi moorage,
time in 9 years it
got a bath,
chunks of moss and dirt-like clods
flying as the Blue Angels
of death, deafening,
so close overhead. What could be
more Seattle than that? How about
you throw in some terrible driving?
An 18-wheeler delivering to Leschi
Market got stuck trying to make
impossible turn. Men in aprons
unbolted a STOP sign to make space
and I had to move my truck out of the
way. I-90 was closed for the devils and
now Lakeside Avenue was blocked in
both directions. Honk! Today had it
Boats, bad traffic, Blue Angels.
But I was happy, felt part of a
the camaraderie of the sea (or at
least a lake);
been getting tons of help from my
at the marina--tools, time, expertise.
I feel so
good about what I once thought was a