The year 2012 feels like a year of change. Good change. I feel energized and ready to get things done this year more than I have in a long time. It is the year of the dragon. My year.
Warren has a new job. This is his fourth one in 6 years. He is resilient and keeps on trucking. He amazes me.
So now he is driving back down to Pierce county for work. Me?
I am plugging along at the college. I believe that this may be my last year there. Not sure. But I refuse to be afraid and held back by other peoples small minds and limitations. I am just going to go all out and do a wonderful job.
We are looking at purchasing a 50 foot Island Packet. We will go back to basics. Strip down to the necessities and get rid of all our stuff accumulated over the years and kinda start over. Yeah. I like this idea so much. I can't stop thinking about it.
I would like to keep a few things. (m here we go) My silver to use on the boat. ( just 6 place settings.) I can take most of the rest and dump it. Keep a small amount of our really cool furniture and build a Yurt on Cloud 9.Doesn't that sound so fun and cool? I think so.
Properties, I like to name them. So we have had Could 9 the Fox Island Land, Bay Honeymoon our first home in Gig Harbor and now Cloud West the coolest view home I have ever hoped to live in.
The boat should be Cloud West II maybe or Trumpet Lullabye?
I hope that we really do something wild, fun and challenging and different and what we really want to do and never regret it.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Flight Attendant, on Board Leader, Coordinator In-flight Service: Delta Air Lines.
My story of the first memorial in 2002.
By chance, not design I pulled a long layover in Manhattan, Sept 10 and 11, 2002. I decided before I left home that I would attend the memorial. Knowing my way around town, I offered to lead my crew on the subway downtown from our uptown hotel.We made our plans then for the next morning. Most everyone accompanied me, some of us in uniform.
I felt compelled to go to the memorial to honor all the fallen. For me,as a on board crew, especially the crews that gave their lives too. It had been a difficult year for everyone. I could not stop thinking about it.I had flown by and near it so many times that year as it still burned. It was closure.
Crew members are taught to manage in all kinds of situations. You are up there on your own. You are ready. I could only imagine how hard it was from them to be so helpless and frustrated at not being able to care for everyone and resolve the situation.
My crew and I had I Company ID's and we were allowed down into the GZ but we did not go in. We stayed up on the edge. It was a quiet, beautiful fall day. It did not remain so. I witnessed the wind picking up at 840am as the bell began to toll and the names were being read. The wind got stronger and the halyards on the flag poles began to chime. The chains holding the Post Office Building together clanged and it was the only noisy part of an otherwise solemn time.The wind carried itself around GZ in a circle and it grew stronger and stronger, and did not let up.
The next day there was a photo in the New York Daily News of a small whirlwind coming up from GZ where all the flowers and family were. Those were the souls of that sad day. Released to God. That is how that photo struck me. Please join me in a moment of prayer tomorrow.8:40AM Eastern Time. Pray for peace and loving kindness to envelope the whole world. Visualize it. Believe it. Be it.
My story of the first memorial in 2002.
By chance, not design I pulled a long layover in Manhattan, Sept 10 and 11, 2002. I decided before I left home that I would attend the memorial. Knowing my way around town, I offered to lead my crew on the subway downtown from our uptown hotel.We made our plans then for the next morning. Most everyone accompanied me, some of us in uniform.
I felt compelled to go to the memorial to honor all the fallen. For me,as a on board crew, especially the crews that gave their lives too. It had been a difficult year for everyone. I could not stop thinking about it.I had flown by and near it so many times that year as it still burned. It was closure.
Crew members are taught to manage in all kinds of situations. You are up there on your own. You are ready. I could only imagine how hard it was from them to be so helpless and frustrated at not being able to care for everyone and resolve the situation.
My crew and I had I Company ID's and we were allowed down into the GZ but we did not go in. We stayed up on the edge. It was a quiet, beautiful fall day. It did not remain so. I witnessed the wind picking up at 840am as the bell began to toll and the names were being read. The wind got stronger and the halyards on the flag poles began to chime. The chains holding the Post Office Building together clanged and it was the only noisy part of an otherwise solemn time.The wind carried itself around GZ in a circle and it grew stronger and stronger, and did not let up.
The next day there was a photo in the New York Daily News of a small whirlwind coming up from GZ where all the flowers and family were. Those were the souls of that sad day. Released to God. That is how that photo struck me. Please join me in a moment of prayer tomorrow.8:40AM Eastern Time. Pray for peace and loving kindness to envelope the whole world. Visualize it. Believe it. Be it.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
AtCloudWest
A garden dream of mine is to have a real garden with intesting features, unusual plants and organic. I want the moon right?
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