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In_The_Wind's Journal
In_The_Wind's Journal
July 14, 2013

My name is Trouble with a Dragon Tattoo.


Heard a rumor about duck tape ... run! run away quickly

Duck tape is coming ....

You're okay

Maybe later

How are you this morning SCE? [img][/img]

Love 'em all especially snacks and entertainment. Cool cockatoo!

July 14, 2013

My second ex husband and I moved a 66 foot steel hull sport fishing boat up the east coast.

As we neared South Carolina the coast, we blew a seal on one of our Detroit Cummings Engines. We spent two weeks dockside in Charleston getting repairs done. My husband worked for the owner. Our job was to take an old boat and make it like new again. I rented a car and spent the time as a gofer when we needed anything. As we were readying the boat to leave port a Captain we had met on one of our southern stops pulled alongside: "Ahoy Carl. Are you ready for the blow coming up the coast?" he ask.

We hadn't checked the weather on this bright sunshiny day. We were too busy putting everything that could roll away inside of a storage area. Our plan was to have a leisurely supper at a restaurant overlooking the ocean then castoff after breakfast.

What actually happened was a sunset meal at the aforementioned eatery and a midnight departure. As we reached the harbor's entrance the wind freshened. Carl headed for open sea and turned north. Just before dawn we were cutting through waves that sent spray halfway up the tuna tower. As we were in the trough the waves were well above deck on either side. We turned into the Inland Waterway as soon as we could, which was mid-morning. That's a small part of 48 hours of a Captain and his first mate before docking safely again ... on a simple job moving a boat northward to Great Kills Harbor in New York.

My job these days is to be a pilot car for oversize trucks.

July 13, 2013

Goodbye my sweet girl ... Stevie

These are not my doves but you can see how gentle they are.

Stevie was part of a pair of breeding Diamond Doves. Her coloration was tan and white like the one here.
I don't know exactly how old she was but she has been part of my family since summer 2012. She was an excellent mother.

We moved her mate Lindsey into the community cage just a little while ago.

July 13, 2013

Glad you enjoyed it.

Many years ago, when I was driving a school bus, we were reminded to start the children's day off right. Often we were the first person they saw because most of their parents were out working.

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Gender: Female
Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia
Home country: USA
Current location: Watching my Koi Pond in upstate New York.
Member since: Mon Apr 25, 2005, 10:44 PM
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About In_The_Wind

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ~~~~~~~~~ For, it ends in the blink of an eye. Carpe Diem (Seize the day)!
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