Tuesday, October 20, 2009
BFF
This is the first blog since the news. What do you say? My best friend is probably dying. Should I be there? I remember when my Dad was dying in the hospital. I didn't want to leave his side. I spoke to him constantly, not knowing if he could hear me. I said good bye to him. I let him know it was ok with me for him to go. Is that what you do?
Saturday, October 17, 2009
I'm not sure if my desire to write my story is one of my whims or an attempt at seeking a means of income for my future. Ever since the first leg of our "dream", our sailboat, came into our lives I've been going to write about that mysterious day.
You see, I was at work in the lab on a typical Saturday morning. The laboratory resides in a three story building surrounded by a parking lot. In this parking lot I'd been watching from my window a seagull walking around and around the black-top for the past five days. After the third day, Wednesday, I called the "authorities"- the Humane Society. They were very compassionate to my concern and said they would send someone to investigate the possibility of an injured bird. I felt very proud of myself for doing the "right" thing. Later that day a van pulled up and out pops a young, pretty but small stature of a girl- with a net-like thing. After I'd watched again the bird walking around and around, but now with this pretty little thing walking behind, I decided to offer some assistance. I thought we could "corner" the injured seagull. As soon as we would get within a few feet of the fowl, it would start to fly about three inches off the ground making the rescue impossible. The young girl explained that an "adolescent" seagull will sometimes behave this way, "until they get their bearings on the world". She left saying she would speak with her supervisor about the next step to take if the bird should continue to stay in this inhabitable place.
Much to my surprise and relief, there was no seagull on Thursday or Friday. I said a little prayer for my "adolescent" friend and went on about my day. Well, this brings us to that "typical " Saturday at the lab. I arrived at the lab in the morning to find, well, you know who. My fickle feathered friend doing you know what. Walking to and fro throughout the parking lot! Saturday's at the lab are my "get in, get out" days. So this thorn of a bird in my side didn't concern me a whole lot. I pushed the concern out of my mind with the justification that the stupid bird doesn't realize that it can just fly away and live it's "seagull life".
Now let me back up in time, way back. In the earlier days of dating my boyfriend John, he had mentioned a relative of his son's who owned a little sail boat and who's owner had passed away. John patiently waited to see if the surviving family would be willing to sell the sail boat for a "good" price one day, and to him , of course. Well, it seemed on this Saturday that offer had finally come and we were going to leave the lab and go and take a look at the boat, now offered to John. He called me at work and announced his arrival in the parking lot to pick me up from work. I mentioned that I was just finishing up asked if he saw that old seagull. He hadn't. I exited the building in the front and placed some specimens in the crates for afternoon pick up. I hurried around the side of the building toward John's truck and was stopped by a sad and shocking sight. There lay my adolescent, feathered friend. He was surrounded by his own feathers and appeared to have fallen victim to a terrible, deadly attack!
I wasn't feeling much like going to see the sail boat after that experience but went along quietly. We looked over our soon to be first sail boat, and first leg of our dream of living the lifestyle of cruising. We bought the boat and while John was hitching the trailor up to the truck I chatted with the seller. I asked her what the translation was of the name of our new boat. She said -"LA MOUETTE " is the French word for SEAGULL.
You see, I was at work in the lab on a typical Saturday morning. The laboratory resides in a three story building surrounded by a parking lot. In this parking lot I'd been watching from my window a seagull walking around and around the black-top for the past five days. After the third day, Wednesday, I called the "authorities"- the Humane Society. They were very compassionate to my concern and said they would send someone to investigate the possibility of an injured bird. I felt very proud of myself for doing the "right" thing. Later that day a van pulled up and out pops a young, pretty but small stature of a girl- with a net-like thing. After I'd watched again the bird walking around and around, but now with this pretty little thing walking behind, I decided to offer some assistance. I thought we could "corner" the injured seagull. As soon as we would get within a few feet of the fowl, it would start to fly about three inches off the ground making the rescue impossible. The young girl explained that an "adolescent" seagull will sometimes behave this way, "until they get their bearings on the world". She left saying she would speak with her supervisor about the next step to take if the bird should continue to stay in this inhabitable place.
Much to my surprise and relief, there was no seagull on Thursday or Friday. I said a little prayer for my "adolescent" friend and went on about my day. Well, this brings us to that "typical " Saturday at the lab. I arrived at the lab in the morning to find, well, you know who. My fickle feathered friend doing you know what. Walking to and fro throughout the parking lot! Saturday's at the lab are my "get in, get out" days. So this thorn of a bird in my side didn't concern me a whole lot. I pushed the concern out of my mind with the justification that the stupid bird doesn't realize that it can just fly away and live it's "seagull life".
Now let me back up in time, way back. In the earlier days of dating my boyfriend John, he had mentioned a relative of his son's who owned a little sail boat and who's owner had passed away. John patiently waited to see if the surviving family would be willing to sell the sail boat for a "good" price one day, and to him , of course. Well, it seemed on this Saturday that offer had finally come and we were going to leave the lab and go and take a look at the boat, now offered to John. He called me at work and announced his arrival in the parking lot to pick me up from work. I mentioned that I was just finishing up asked if he saw that old seagull. He hadn't. I exited the building in the front and placed some specimens in the crates for afternoon pick up. I hurried around the side of the building toward John's truck and was stopped by a sad and shocking sight. There lay my adolescent, feathered friend. He was surrounded by his own feathers and appeared to have fallen victim to a terrible, deadly attack!
I wasn't feeling much like going to see the sail boat after that experience but went along quietly. We looked over our soon to be first sail boat, and first leg of our dream of living the lifestyle of cruising. We bought the boat and while John was hitching the trailor up to the truck I chatted with the seller. I asked her what the translation was of the name of our new boat. She said -"LA MOUETTE " is the French word for SEAGULL.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Baby Steps
Wow, trying to get to blog I think I started a "new" blog and profile! Oh well, I'll keep that for my bad side. Hoping to blog each day and learn something new on Blogger. Getting ready for weekend trip to Annapolis. Coming tomorrow - my story of La Mouette.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
In the Beginning
We all have a beginning for each new beginning. What? Don't mind me, I was just reading my favorite and only blogger Rare and Beautiful Treasures and I feel like flying.
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