Assortment

Tell Tale

 

 

I did mention a mountain lake and boats that sail, didn't I?

 

Did I mention a good-looking sailor who was looking for a crew? And did I mention that this sailor didn't mind if the crew was inexperienced?

 

 

 Good thing I'm mentioning all this now.

 

Because I have a feeling that something permanent may have started that day with that sailor, this crew, and that boat.

 

I sat on the starboard side (or was it port?), and pulled on a rope when told. Actually, it wasn't a rope, with was a "sheet".

Huh.

Looked like a rope. Felt like a rope. Wasn't a rope. It was a "sheet".  

I also kept an eye on those little red ribbons you see there on the sail. Except they aren't little red ribbons.  They're tell tales.

Huh.

I kept an eye on the tell tales.

They tell the sailor how the airflow is moving over the sail, which is really just like a wing, and if the sail is luffing, you have to trim the sail by pulling on the sheet. 

Or something like that.

 

 

I must have luffed the trim, or sailed the sheet, or roped the sail, or whatever, very well, (or maybe I'm just really cute, and the sailor really likes me?!) 'cause he's going out again, come Sunday, and he wants me to go with him!

 

 

I'd say that's a tell tale sign.

Just Packed

 

 

Rest?

 

Who said anything about rest, relaxation, and time hanging loosley all around? Surely not me. Not the me of this week, anyway - too much to do; too much to see. As the title of a favorite book says, the days are just packed. 

Right.

 

Packed with -

 

:: small open meadows, and smokejumpers & cargo falling

:: fingers stained wild blackberry red (tonight, after dinner, with cream. Mmm!)

:: food, eaten outside, often

:: swim suits wet again, before they're not quite dry

:: lake water, and boats that sail

:: river trails, run in the morning

:: tiny frogs everywhere

:: oh yes, and lots and lots of water fights

 

 What has been packed into your days?

 

 

 

Slow Time

 

 
(No, we're not in Europe, though it may have felt as though we'd driven that far, and in a car that small, with our garden on top. And I may have grown thick eyebrows, sideburns and whiskers along the way...I'll never say for sure...photo via)

 

We're, here.

And, as you may have guessed, after all that travel (1100 miles, anyone?), we've moved slowly the last few days. Good, good, I say. Lots of books, reading, and just being, in the shade of so many trees with the water falling down and flowing past rocks and under the bridge to the small pond where the (big!) koi and goldfish swim (and where boys swim in the pool nearby), sometimes knitting (yes that project came on this trip, too, and now the first 24 rows of a cable-knit alpaca throw are done!), and letting the time hang loosely all around.

But, best of all, he's here, and we're here and the right now is so, so good!