While James had flag football practice at a community park, Delaney and I took off to explore the surrounding neighborhood. What did you think this post was about?
She initially complained, but I told her we’d just go up one side of the street and down the other. For some reason, that was acceptable. There was a community garden at the park and most of the houses on the street had abundant yards of their own. Delaney took this picture of apples growing from the scrawniest tree I’ve ever seen to bear fruit. It was happy enough I guess.We then encountered a huge dahlia and nosy flamingo. Each home was unique, some were obscured by purposeful plantings, while others were accessible by bridges or other unusual entryways. Sometimes I marvel that we are in a city. And I am thankful we are.
The other night we were joined by Roger and Sara aboard a chartered sailboat in the Sound, an evening event we acquired at a Lion’s Club auction earlier this year. Our Captain, Ed, provided safe passage to Port Madison, where we saw porpoises but lost wind. It picked back up on our return East, during which JJ had the helm most of the way.We were amazed by the bells and whistles on board that were unimaginable to us in our heyday of family sailing on the Odeon forty, thirty and even twenty years ago: a key starter (no more back breaking lawn mower starts!); a self tacking jib (eliminating the need to trip over the tiller (whaa?) while scrambling to the opposite seat to crank down the jib sheet during a tack); sheets (lines) in a centralized location (negating any reason to leave the cockpit whatsoever, much less to sit on the boom to crank down the main sail). Add to that food and drinks provided, and had we not been enjoying ourselves so thoroughly, we may have napped.