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,
1st
time in 9 years it
got a bath,
chunks of moss and dirt-like clods
flying as the Blue Angels
practiced
their acrobatics
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
an
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
all!
Boats, bad traffic, Blue Angels.
Seattle.
But I was happy, felt part of a
community,
the camaraderie of the sea (or at
least a lake);
been getting tons of help from my
neighbors
at the marina--tools, time, expertise.
I feel so
good about what I once thought was a
mistake.
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