Sunday, 19 July 2009- UA232, Kayaking, Winning the Warplanes Contest
Today marks 20 years since United Airlines Flight 232 crashed in Sioux City. Ever since I first heard about it, shortly after deciding I wanted to be a flight attendant, I have held Captain Al Haynes and his crew in the highest esteem. I saw a re-enactment of the crash on TV, Captain Al Haynes spoke briefly, along with Senior Flight Attendant Jan Brown Lohr. They became heroes to me- it became important to me to recognize their accomplishments on this day, and throughout the week on twitter. Although I did get little feedback, I appreciated hearing others express the same respect for the crew of that ill-fated flight.
I went to Seneca Creek State Park and borrowed a kayak. At first, it looked like the bus 61 didn’t run on Sunday, but it does! The first kayak I was given was new and was very unstable. Since I had my new BlackBerry, I was taking a GREAT RISK! A couple layers of Ziploc bags didn’t make me feel anymore secure. I returned to new kayak and requested one more stable. I could tell a huge difference. I didn’t see any turtles this time. I concluded that that made last week’s sighting even more special.
Later tonight, I joined my twitter friends in the third day of attempting to win a model airplane from www.warplanes.com . This time I won! What was laughably ironic was that the second winner for today… HATES MY GUTS!
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Sunday, July 19, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Friday, 10 July 2009- Staring Contest With A Red-Eared Slider and Trouble Because I Stripped (the Bed)
Friday, 10 July 2009- Staring Contest With A Red-Eared Slider and Trouble Because I Stripped (the Bed)
When I arose this morning, someone walking by my bed told me to strip the blanket and sheet and put them in the dirty laundry pile. I then went on my merry way to Germantown.
It was a beautiful day outside, and I wasn’t packing that much with me, so I decided to visit Clopper Lake. I anticipated taking the kayak out on the lake for 2 hours, but one hour ended up being long enough. I was even treated to a special bonus as I explored a random cove. From a distance of about 50 feet, I spotted a turtle sunning itself on a log. I thought it might be one of those Mississippi Mud Turtles (why, I don’t know, except I didn’t know what the native species were). I stopped the kayak and slowly paddled near the turtle. As I neared it, it looked more and more like a red-eared slider. With some careful periodic paddling, I was able to drift within 10 feet of the turtle. I was awed when I confirmed it was indeed a red-eared slider.
It was likely planted there by an owner who could no longer care for it. I’m sure a wild turtle wouldn’t have let me get this close, no matter how careful I was. We had a staring contest for about 20 minutes. Then the turtle slid into the water when the kayak drifted so that the tip came within 6 inches it. I definitely miss my little guys, this turtle was full sized, and weighed at least 10 lbs. Of all my turtles’ names, I decided to name this one in the memory of Captain Jupiter.
After returning the kayak, I headed to the shelter. I ate a Lunchable and drank a Red Bull while standing in line on the sidewalk for Intake. I couldn’t help but feel stared at and judged by all the passersby. Riff Raff. I learned earlier today that that is what Sir Richard Branson wanted to call the Economy Class of his Virgin Airlines brand. I LOL’ed upon learning that.
When I got inside the shelter, I noted that the staff was in a light hearted mood. None of the clients were causing trouble. This time the potato concoction was cold. I had dinner next to a lady who had an animal companion, a tiny dog, slightly bigger than a Chihuahua. She was a nice lady and friends with a former US Army soldier also named Lee, who slept in the bunk next to the one I would be assigned for a second night. I didn’t have to wait long for word on whether I had a bed. The same lady was on work release, so again, her bed was available. I did get in trouble for stripping the bed. I tried to explain that someone instructed me to do it, with a voice of authority. I felt very intimidated by the scolding, but was told they’d let me off easy this time because I was new to the program, and that only the staff member behind the desk has the authority to tell me what to do with my bedding.
I had a nice conversation with Lee and found out she always wears “Life is Good” shirts, and goes to the VA every day. She had joined the Army during peace-time, just 6 months after the end of the Vietnam War and was stationed at Fort Benning, GA. As we chatted, I told her about my kayak ride and was about to invite her to join me sometime, but she said she wasn’t an outdoorsy type of person.
I began to hear Brendan Frasier’s voice in my head and realized that some of the ladies at the shelter were watching The Mummy Returns. I decided to join them, but the picture quality was so bad on the TV, it took away from any enjoyment of the movie I might have had. Instead, I called Marty and began to enjoy a pleasant conversation with him, until T-Mobile called. I had business to attend to, so I had to take the call.
The T-Mobile rep set up a replacement phone order for me and verified it could be received by the UPS store. Soon I will have a Blackberry again! I’m grateful that T-Mobile valued my 6 years as a loyal customer enough to give it a second try, I had only called to find out how much I was going to owe for not turning in the old phone.
I called Marty back and let him have the last of my battery juice. Charging cell phones isn’t allowed at the shelter, so I went to bed.
When I arose this morning, someone walking by my bed told me to strip the blanket and sheet and put them in the dirty laundry pile. I then went on my merry way to Germantown.
It was a beautiful day outside, and I wasn’t packing that much with me, so I decided to visit Clopper Lake. I anticipated taking the kayak out on the lake for 2 hours, but one hour ended up being long enough. I was even treated to a special bonus as I explored a random cove. From a distance of about 50 feet, I spotted a turtle sunning itself on a log. I thought it might be one of those Mississippi Mud Turtles (why, I don’t know, except I didn’t know what the native species were). I stopped the kayak and slowly paddled near the turtle. As I neared it, it looked more and more like a red-eared slider. With some careful periodic paddling, I was able to drift within 10 feet of the turtle. I was awed when I confirmed it was indeed a red-eared slider.
It was likely planted there by an owner who could no longer care for it. I’m sure a wild turtle wouldn’t have let me get this close, no matter how careful I was. We had a staring contest for about 20 minutes. Then the turtle slid into the water when the kayak drifted so that the tip came within 6 inches it. I definitely miss my little guys, this turtle was full sized, and weighed at least 10 lbs. Of all my turtles’ names, I decided to name this one in the memory of Captain Jupiter.
After returning the kayak, I headed to the shelter. I ate a Lunchable and drank a Red Bull while standing in line on the sidewalk for Intake. I couldn’t help but feel stared at and judged by all the passersby. Riff Raff. I learned earlier today that that is what Sir Richard Branson wanted to call the Economy Class of his Virgin Airlines brand. I LOL’ed upon learning that.
When I got inside the shelter, I noted that the staff was in a light hearted mood. None of the clients were causing trouble. This time the potato concoction was cold. I had dinner next to a lady who had an animal companion, a tiny dog, slightly bigger than a Chihuahua. She was a nice lady and friends with a former US Army soldier also named Lee, who slept in the bunk next to the one I would be assigned for a second night. I didn’t have to wait long for word on whether I had a bed. The same lady was on work release, so again, her bed was available. I did get in trouble for stripping the bed. I tried to explain that someone instructed me to do it, with a voice of authority. I felt very intimidated by the scolding, but was told they’d let me off easy this time because I was new to the program, and that only the staff member behind the desk has the authority to tell me what to do with my bedding.
I had a nice conversation with Lee and found out she always wears “Life is Good” shirts, and goes to the VA every day. She had joined the Army during peace-time, just 6 months after the end of the Vietnam War and was stationed at Fort Benning, GA. As we chatted, I told her about my kayak ride and was about to invite her to join me sometime, but she said she wasn’t an outdoorsy type of person.
I began to hear Brendan Frasier’s voice in my head and realized that some of the ladies at the shelter were watching The Mummy Returns. I decided to join them, but the picture quality was so bad on the TV, it took away from any enjoyment of the movie I might have had. Instead, I called Marty and began to enjoy a pleasant conversation with him, until T-Mobile called. I had business to attend to, so I had to take the call.
The T-Mobile rep set up a replacement phone order for me and verified it could be received by the UPS store. Soon I will have a Blackberry again! I’m grateful that T-Mobile valued my 6 years as a loyal customer enough to give it a second try, I had only called to find out how much I was going to owe for not turning in the old phone.
I called Marty back and let him have the last of my battery juice. Charging cell phones isn’t allowed at the shelter, so I went to bed.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Thursday, 2 July 2009- It’s Almost Like Day Camping
Thursday, 2 July 2009- It’s Almost Like Day Camping
After work, I returned to Seneca Creek and Clopper Lake. I stretched out my sleeping mat in the same area that I found yesterday. This time, I had ants invading my space, or perhaps more accurately, I was invading their space. It made it difficult to sleep. I was in the mood to go to a new place for dinner so I sent out a tweet which was answered by the Savvy Navigator. He recommended Ben’s Chili Bowl. Another reason I wanted to eat somewhere other than TGI Fridays was that it began closing at 8:30 pm. It was already getting late. I went to the storage unit to get my laptop and then headed to the U Street Metro Station for dinner. I had a half smoke (Bill Cosby’s favorite).
Afterwards, I looked for a bar. I picked Solly’s. They didn’t have Blue Moon in a bottle or any other form. When I asked what was available in a bottle, the bartender pointed to a dark corner 15 feet above me and about 30 feet away per my line of sight and walked away. He wasn’t gaining any points in my book as a new user friendly bartender. It made me wish I was at BWI’s bar. That bartender, I think Jeff was his name, was nice and social. I decided upon a Guinness that wound up being Draught- not as good as Stout.
After work, I returned to Seneca Creek and Clopper Lake. I stretched out my sleeping mat in the same area that I found yesterday. This time, I had ants invading my space, or perhaps more accurately, I was invading their space. It made it difficult to sleep. I was in the mood to go to a new place for dinner so I sent out a tweet which was answered by the Savvy Navigator. He recommended Ben’s Chili Bowl. Another reason I wanted to eat somewhere other than TGI Fridays was that it began closing at 8:30 pm. It was already getting late. I went to the storage unit to get my laptop and then headed to the U Street Metro Station for dinner. I had a half smoke (Bill Cosby’s favorite).
Afterwards, I looked for a bar. I picked Solly’s. They didn’t have Blue Moon in a bottle or any other form. When I asked what was available in a bottle, the bartender pointed to a dark corner 15 feet above me and about 30 feet away per my line of sight and walked away. He wasn’t gaining any points in my book as a new user friendly bartender. It made me wish I was at BWI’s bar. That bartender, I think Jeff was his name, was nice and social. I decided upon a Guinness that wound up being Draught- not as good as Stout.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Wednesday, 1 July 2009- Canoeing on Clopper Lake
Wednesday, 1 July 2009- Canoeing on Clopper Lake
With the intent to just sleep away the day under the sun and shadows of the tall trees, I returned to Seneca Creek State Park with my sleeping mat, only to discover the Boat Center was open. My plans changed and I rented a canoe for $7 for an hour. I was amazed they would let an inexperience person take a canoe out on the lake without another person with them. I paddled, meeyaddled the little canoe off to the right of the boat center and aimed it for the Earthen Dam. A kayaker led the way about 200 yards ahead of me. I kind of followed his track. The kayaker went into a little cove and just sat. When I got to the Earthen Dam, I turned around and paddled to the shore opposite of the Boat Center. I smiled when I could see fishes swimming beneath me in the somewhat clear water. There was also a plant growth that the fishes darted in and out of. When my hour was coming to an end I returned the canoe to the boat center rejuvenated and refreshed. Then I walked a trail that led to a grassy area I saw from the canoe earlier. I stretched out on my mat and slept for about 4 hours. Then it was time to get a bite to eat at Taco Bell and go to work.
With the intent to just sleep away the day under the sun and shadows of the tall trees, I returned to Seneca Creek State Park with my sleeping mat, only to discover the Boat Center was open. My plans changed and I rented a canoe for $7 for an hour. I was amazed they would let an inexperience person take a canoe out on the lake without another person with them. I paddled, meeyaddled the little canoe off to the right of the boat center and aimed it for the Earthen Dam. A kayaker led the way about 200 yards ahead of me. I kind of followed his track. The kayaker went into a little cove and just sat. When I got to the Earthen Dam, I turned around and paddled to the shore opposite of the Boat Center. I smiled when I could see fishes swimming beneath me in the somewhat clear water. There was also a plant growth that the fishes darted in and out of. When my hour was coming to an end I returned the canoe to the boat center rejuvenated and refreshed. Then I walked a trail that led to a grassy area I saw from the canoe earlier. I stretched out on my mat and slept for about 4 hours. Then it was time to get a bite to eat at Taco Bell and go to work.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Tuesday, 30 June 2009- A Light in the Seneca Creek State Park
Tuesday, 30 June 2009 – A Light in the Seneca Creek State Park
Yesterday, when I was at the library, I looked at the books for sale and found a long lost favorite called A Light in the Forest. It was about a white boy who was captured and raised by the Lenne Lenape Indians, and then forced to return to the white culture after a treaty had been ratified. If I was in his shoes, I would have done what he did and tried to return to the Indian family of his youth, and Mother Earth. I identified with his feeling of confusion, trying to identify himself with one or the other. I have yet to fully identify myself with the modern culture I live in the midst of, only I didn’t identify with the family of my youth, or my birth family.
I bought the book for 50 cents. Before I had read two paragraphs, I realized that I should be reading this book in that Seneca Creek State Park that I had passed by several dozen times on Clopper Road. I took a trip to the storage unit and dropped off everything I carried with me except the book, my bus pass, sleeping mat, water, keys and phone and caught the bus to the state park. I followed my instinct which suggested I walk toward the lake. When I got to the lake, I discovered that kayaks and canoes are rented here. I stretched out on my mat and read my book. I didn’t put it down until I had read the whole thing. Then I slept for 2 hours. It threatened to rain, but never did. I felt at peace in the peaceful setting.
Yesterday, when I was at the library, I looked at the books for sale and found a long lost favorite called A Light in the Forest. It was about a white boy who was captured and raised by the Lenne Lenape Indians, and then forced to return to the white culture after a treaty had been ratified. If I was in his shoes, I would have done what he did and tried to return to the Indian family of his youth, and Mother Earth. I identified with his feeling of confusion, trying to identify himself with one or the other. I have yet to fully identify myself with the modern culture I live in the midst of, only I didn’t identify with the family of my youth, or my birth family.
I bought the book for 50 cents. Before I had read two paragraphs, I realized that I should be reading this book in that Seneca Creek State Park that I had passed by several dozen times on Clopper Road. I took a trip to the storage unit and dropped off everything I carried with me except the book, my bus pass, sleeping mat, water, keys and phone and caught the bus to the state park. I followed my instinct which suggested I walk toward the lake. When I got to the lake, I discovered that kayaks and canoes are rented here. I stretched out on my mat and read my book. I didn’t put it down until I had read the whole thing. Then I slept for 2 hours. It threatened to rain, but never did. I felt at peace in the peaceful setting.
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