Musings

Air Force One Presidential Potty, retired. The plane has three other potties, one up front for pilots and I’m guessing staff, and two in the tail (modified two-holer? each has its own door…) right next to each other. I know you’re glad to know this.

Here’s proof that it is indeed Air Force One, retired. And that the sun wanly appeared, briefly. And, yes, I know that it has an N-number and is only Air Force One when the Pres is aboard. Still, us civilians say and type inaccuracies like this.

Other attractions include a flying car. Red, of course. One wing is dismantled, and the V to the rear is (part of?) the upper tail structure.

For a Museum of Flight, there was a lot of non-flying going on. The only active flying was out the window of a control-tower mockup, and a screen there showing active airborne aircraft (clumsy phrasing; you get my drift). Again, not a flying vehicle, in contrast to the many formerly flying vehicles. And mockups.

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For a short while, as this afternoon, I can be spellbound by deep-ocean vessels…while my feet are on solid ground. Two fishing vessels preparing to descend in a single lock of the Ballard Locks, the busiest locks in the USofA. They’re part of the Lake Washington Ship Canal.

Seaman watching to maintain proper tension on the hawser. (Or is it a line? Clearly, I’m not nautical.)

Here are the multicolored nets and floats and lines/hawsers on the leading boat. The two vessels seemed like sisters, but the deck of the other one was almost empty of nets. The windows and size of the deck and pilot house seemed identical, but the working area was set up differently, or appeared to be.

Regarding the title: sample of two.

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We returned to the favorite Chinese restaurant, and had the homemade noodles we’d had before, but all the other dishes were different. Plus, mid-day on weekends, they have additional offerings that are more…labor-intensive? Anyway, these were something like BBQ steamed buns, or hum bao (my guess on spelling; I know bao is the steamed bun part).

Then, we walked about a third of the way around Green Lake to stretch our legs and get our big luncheon to settle into our toes (or something). And back. Parts had a skim of ice, even after mid-day and in the sunshine….

After that, we whiled away the afternoon at the new Star Wars movie. Lots of wars. Or several battles in one war. Plot twists. H_Ford family-talking with now-General Leia. Too many annihilations for me….

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I walked along the path near the creek, and tried to hear it burble. I could easily hear a huge flock/murder of crows down by the creek mouth, both in the water and in the overhanging trees, just cawing away (“this is MY branch; get your own” over and over, I imagine). Up the valley, I could hear a bag-piper; was it music from “Outlander,” I wondered. I had to adjust my path to get close enough to the creek to hear the water-noise. Finally, yes! Then, my phone rang.

I wasn’t even sure I had service down in this valley. Turned out the oldest kid was out of school—closed because of a bomb threat. Sigh. Okay; readjust afternoon plans. We can do that.

Youngest nephew is having buddies over for spaghetti, with ice cream cake dessert. Oreo cookie crumb crust, with three flavors of ice cream. All good! I figure a half-dozen boys and a big dose of sugar constitutes another noise source….

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If you have sharp eyes, you can look through the muddle and see a small flock* of crows taking off from the creek where I was too slow to catch a shot of them bathing. I saw what seemed to me to be lots of crows during my mid-day outing. They were all busy, not standing, strutting, or contemplating the universe (loosely speaking), as the ones I saw yesterday were. Most seemed to be after food morsels today. The activity of this bunch was easy to identify—they were sluicing themselves in the creek.

As I tromped around upstream, “behind” the tracks in the first shot, I saw several bushes with these elegant and striking berries. Snowberries, I think.

Later on, I was back in the hood and away from the sound/sea/salty smell. This garage is displaying the occupant’s ride choices. If s/he opts for four wheels, s/he can go new or old. What a gleaming, bug-eyed vehicle!

* Yeah, I know the technical term is murder. Seems…strong…and negative….

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Lovely day. The mountains were out in all their glory. At sea level, we found the Edmonds ferry leaving the dock from our viewpoint in the marina downtown. Love the fish art.

From another side of this lake we saw the Big Mountain, the R-one. In this cove we found an abandoned pier of pier-stubs, each with a resident cormorant. Elsewhere in this bay, we found a group of coots (what is the proper collective noun?), feeding I think (on cooties???haha), and at least two loons (love loons). Plus surf scoters and mallards.

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If the clouds weren’t sitting on the land, this would be sunset-time with an orange-red-gold sky over reflective waters. However, the waters still reflect. And…the gulls are fussing and settling down…while the water-worn stump is already in repose. Maybe only the light is different. And the spitty rain.

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Does traveling mean that you are shifting realities? Or is it merely different aspects of the same reality? I used to go exclusively with the latter, but now I think the former’s in the mix.

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I looked back through the meager collection of today’s photos and first I thought: hey, the flowers in the fungi-stump, that’s the one.

Then I thought: no, the two chocolate hearts.

In the end…(see title).

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I’m starting to get used to the 20° temperature drop that we went through a couple of days ago to reach “normal” temps. Still, I was glad to walk in intermittent sunshine today, and imagine that it made me warmer—and not the act of stepping out….

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