I had to share. I stumbled across these in blog land and just had to share.
I had to share. I stumbled across these in blog land and just had to share.
“It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.”
Laura Ingalls Wilder (Little House in the Ozarks by Hines)
Happiness in a cup:
Happiness in a vase:
Happiness in book form:
What happens to be making you happy this fine day?
“The cat was created when the lion sneezed” – Arabian Proverb
This is what I had on my lap this morning for several hours…..
My color coordinated kitties…. my boys.
These boys have been with me through the thick and thin of life. 10 years of it. They have comforted me when I was sad and have kept me company when I was lonely. They have been my constant little warm and fuzzy companions.
Life with them has been rich and rewarding indeed.
Gus and Oscar, mama loves you.
When life takes you to your husband’s submission wrestling match,
make sure you take your knitting.
Britt and I own a boat. Well technically she owns the boat and I’m just the god mother to said boat. The boat is in her name. But when things happen to the boat, she calls me.
Sunday morning I get the call.
Britt: “Bad news. The Pea has broke loose again.”
Me: “Oh shit.”
Here’s the story. The Pea of the Sea, yes that would be the boat’s name, has broken loose once before this. She has been moored on a buoy on Liberty Bay for the past year or so and frankly has been neglected by us Golly Girls for the same amount of time. Its not that we don’t love her or want to sail her. It’s just that we need a motor and new sails and are quite the pair of procrastinators, truth be told. We believe her breaking loose from her tethers is her way of telling us she’s had it with this arrangement and is demanding we pay attention to her now, whether we want to or not. Well, it always works. Attention gotten.
Britt had called all the appropriate people that could have possibly helped us. No luck.
“Okay”, I said, “I’ll get ready and come out and we’ll figure this out together. We always do.”
The problem. We have no motor. Even bigger dilemma, we have no boat with which to get the motor out to the Pea in order to motor her back to safety. Hmmmmmm. Tricky.
I arrive at Britt’s house to find her properly attired in galoshes and her Carhart jacket, ready for boat wrangling. Of course we had to have a cup of tea before we could do anything. Obviously.
So here was the plan. We would go down to Poulsbo Marina and see if we couldn’t hunt down someone with a boat that would possibly take us out to the Pea and tow us back. It was a long shot, but we had to try. I made sure I put on mascara before I went, just in case I had to do some eyelash batting. A girl always has to be prepared for these situations.
So we arrive and have a look about. Hmmmm. No one really around except the guys manning the office. So we’ll ask them.
Nope, they don’t know of anyone who has a boat that could take on the task. Oh but hey, that guy over there rents boats. He thought it was for about 30 bucks an hour or so. He was a little off. Bill, for that was the boat renter’s name, informed us that it was actually 70 dollars an hour. *gulp* But we were in luck! He just happens to be a rescue tug boat captain and he would just go along with us and help us get her back to safety. Just give him an hour for the other boat he just rented to get back and away we would go! Brilliant! A solution! Granted, a spendy one, but a solution nontheless. I was feeling hopeful that this might not have to be quite the fiasco I once thought it would be. I was so wrong.
One of Britt’s friends had gone down and assessed the situation for us and had reported that she was “on the rocks” and in a bad place and most likely would have a handful of holes by the time we reached her. We were alarmed. So we took this hour we had in the meantime to drive down to the crime scene and assess the situation for ourselves. I just had this image in my head. The Pea, on her side, flailing on the rocks, being dashed to itty bitty pieces!!!
We arrived to find her peacefully just sitting here, calming rocking back and forth, just waiting for us. No dashing on the rocks. No flailing. Perhaps it was not as bad as he had said.
And oh look! There’s grapes here at this residence that no one is going to use! Let’s pilfer them whilst we are here. That’s right. We stole grapes. It was on a property where no one is currently living. That would be our justification anyways. Just a little detour from our mission at hand.
Then Britt’s friend, Logan called. (He was one of the former appropriate people mentioned earlier to be called.) Yes, he was in town, Yes, his parents motor boat was still in the water. Yes, he could help us. Yay! A solution and a free one at that. Although, I would like to interject here that my gutt was screaming at me to take the 70 dollar option. It was a done deal. An easy out. But we never take the easy out. Oh no.
And so we met Logan, who just happened to be bringing his own sailboat back from Port Townsend. We met him at the Marina and all traveled back to his parents place.
Meanwhile the clock is ticking. It’s getting later and later. I’m getting a little worried.
Finally, after a bit of dilly dallying about, does the boat have enough gas even, yada yada yada, he rows us out to motor boat. This would be Logan. Rowing.
We arrive at the motor boat, put the gas in her, and are prepared to zoom off into the sunset to the rescue when…….. nothing. It won’t start. Balls. All that and it won’t start. Very anticlimactic.
And now it’s 5 o’clock. Double balls.
I quickly get on the phone and call our 70 dollar option back. Thank god I caught him. He was leaving, but would turn around and meet us back at the marina. Bless this man. We drive like bats out of hell to meet him. He takes us to our little Pea, so peacefully waiting for her saviors.
He tows us back.
My view on the trip back…..
It certainly was a lovely day to be out on the water, no matter what the circumstances were. Simply lovely.
We were able to get her safely docked at the Marina and were pleased as punch with the way everything worked out. Thanks to Bill.
And so after this long winded story, what lessons have we learned??
1. The cheap way is not always the best way.
2. Do not neglect The Pea. She doesn’t like it when you do.
3. There’s no problem the Golly Girls can’t work themselves through.
“There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.”
~Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady
I have always known, even since a wee child, the joys of “tea time”. I have tea cups that I have had since childhood, passed down from my mother to me with love. And love them I do. I once had a room mate with whom afternoon tea was a regular practice. In those proper tea cups, of course. At every period of my life, during the good times and the bad, I have kept this ritual. No matter who I was at the time, no matter who I was with, I always loved the warm comforting beverage. And so I am dedicating this post to a past time I still cherish to this day: Afternoon Tea.
There’s tea for one….. which sometimes I partake of at a local tea room and lovingly share with a good book…..
And then we have tea for two….. which I most recently shared with my darling pal, Victorea……
This particular day we met over on Bainbridge Island for a trek to the yarn shop and some tea at Blackbird Bakery, a place I have come to love to bits…..almost as much as I love Churchmouse Yarn. (Which, by the way, is also a tea shop!) We sat there and drank tea for and hour and a half. That’s what we do best. 🙂
Yummy bread and Curry Cauliflower soup…. delish!
Of course before we went for tea, we were rather naughty and enjoyed a little tastiness of the ice cream variety. Ice cream, tea time, and yarn shopping all in one afternoon???? When can I have a replay of that afternoon? Yes please!
So as you can imagine, when my sister-in-law, Jen, said that she wanted to have a Tea Party for her birthday, guess who was the first to raise her hand wildly and offer to host it? Yep, you guessed it. I will take any excuse to break out all my lovely tea cups and dust them off. Not to mention spend an entire afternoon drinking tea and having girly talk?? Where do I sign up?
The table, carefully set and quietly awaiting the guests..
All my cherished tea cups and saucers came out to play for the day. They were lovingly polished along with my beloved Brown Betty, which I might add, is the best teapot you can find. It’s english of course. The english know tea. And tea pots. Something to do with the shape of the Brown Betty and the sort of glaze they use. I did a taste test once (yes, I know I’m a dork) and it’s true… it really does make a superior cup of tea.
And of course, no tea party would be complete without proper cucumber sandwiches to complete the picture. Traditional english tea has you make them with just butter and cucumber on white bread, which I did. But I also made them with cream cheese that was mixed with fresh mint. So delicious! I must say. I never knew what all the fuss was about. I learned today.
The table complete with all the afternoon tea and refreshments…… cucumber sandwiches, homemade scones, chicken curry salad on croissants, and fresh fruit. *contented sigh*
So I was 4 candles short of 28. Apparently Jen will always just be 24 to me. 😉
A picture with a Ya-Ya that I love dearly and hope very much I am like when I grow up and have children. A ton of fun with a handful of nuts thrown in for good measure. (Also the maker of the fabulous Chicken Curry Salad I love so much.)
The birthday girl hugging all her presents. Yay, we love presents. My present was, appropriately enough, a tea pot. Make sure you take time, sweet girl, to have yourself a pot of tea when the day calls for it! It is ever so rewarding.
And so I ask you, when is the last time you sat down and had a proper cup of tea? Been a while, has it? Go now, I say, and put on the kettle! After all, as the Japanese proverb says, “If man has no tea in him, he is incapable of understanding truth and beauty.”