A few more pictures of the progress on the Finholm market Mural.
Another Gig Harbor sail boat passed me just outside the harbor. He told me that he was on is way to the start of the annual single and double handed “Vashon Challenge”. I would have done this if I had known the date. But I had a rendez-vous in Tacoma. I saw the about twelve boats floating nearly motionless at the starting line, from a distance. The steam from the pulp mill stacks went straight up. So, I did not feel so bad after all. A Pacific White Sided Dolphin swam up with the boat. I walked up from the Dock Street Marina to the Antique Motor Cycle Show and met my long time Bellingham friend Sid, his son Doug and his grandson Blaine at the show. Lisa picked me up to have dinner with her and Harry. I made it back to Gig harbor for the 11 o’clock second service on Sunday morning. The church has not been this full since 9-11 or Easter. People were standing in the back and in the narthex. I need to bring my camera next Sunday to post pictures to my Dutch friends, God may have disappeared from Jorwerd* but apparently settled here in Gig Harbor.
book title of Geert Mak :”When God disappeared from Jorwerd”
The Gig Harbor Bay always throws surprises for an evening sail, with wind strength and direction and current. Most of the time there is too little wind. Not today.
For those who wish to download any more of the approximately 40 photos I took go to:
You can first scan through the slide show at :https://www.dropbox.com/s/t0nc2unapqessib/GHYC%20Aug%2020%20%27%20In%20the%20Harbor%20Race.wmv?dl=0
I have a couple more pictures on the progress of the Finholm Market Mural:
In my post of August 23rd 2013: http://www.cometosea.us/?p=3953. This Helen Prokopovych a very promising Ukrainian artist. She is painting this gorgeous sunset over my moorage at the “De Schinkel” in Amsterdam, in this photograph. In her portfolio I discovered a painting of a spot where we used to play as kids, bringing back sweet memories. A good friend who grew up in one of the homes in this picture, bought this particular painting. We became friends. Helen’s visa for Holland ran out and she returned to Ukraine. Today I received a comment on my blog from Helen and also an e-mail that she has spent two years in Copenhagen and has improved her skills and is having some success in selling her work. She is now back in Amsterdam Holland and is enrolled at the Erasmus University in pre-master art classes, followed by their masters program.
You should visit her web site: www.ProHelen.com to see some of her recent aquarelles and her blog. I am so glad to follow her progress. One brave talented young woman.
On the subject of art: I have started to follow the mural progress on the old Finholm Market, at the end of the Gig Harbor Bay.
This is the real steady rainy day we have seen here since May. Just keeping our fingers crossed that the lightning is not setting of new fires and hoping the rain will bring some relief to the dried out West Coast.
I added a picture and the names of the Triplets in the forelast post.
The solar panel is working great. Always have my two batteries fully charged. I am right now on my way to the Black Sea in “Soloman”. I expect to start assigning parts of it already for editing to the offered help I received from my last “Where is Jack” e-mail. Still hoping to get both versions published this Fall. I am still planning on going cruising up north in the next weeks.
Here is one more picture taken from the cockpit a few evenings ago with an unusual sky.
There is a black Lab here in the marina that can walk on water. Her name is Ladyhawke.
These dogs are rare. A few years ago there was a lawyers convention in the Toronto Sheraton. A Los Angeles lawyer had been told that there was a dog breeder up north from Toronto who had bred a very special bird dog. He rents a car and finds the place out in the country. The breeder shows him a few of the dogs that he has for sale, but the Californian is not impressed. He tells the man: “What about that special bird dog?” The breeder looks at him and says: “I guess the word is out, this is a very expensive dog, but I’ll bring one out”.
He brings the black lab out and throws a decoy out on the lake. The dog tiptoes over the lake’s surface, picks up he decoy and places it back at the man’s feet. Our California lawyer is sold and pays the $50,000. Two weeks later he goes duck hunting with his buddies and his new bird dog carefully walks on the water and retrieves his ducks. On the drive back to Los Angeles the lawyer just can’t stand it any longer. “What do you guys think of my new dog?” One of the men turns to him and says: “We’ve been meaning to talk to you about it. There is something wrong with this dog.” “What do you mean?” he asks. “Your dog can’t swim.”
Unfinished post from July 21st:
The below is a quote from my blog of August 18th, last year http://www.cometosea.us/?p=4863 :
I received the below pictures from Mike and Roxanne. The triplets showed up in the marina with their grandfather Mike and his friend Roxanne a few Tuesdays back. Later that afternoon I came upon them again and one of the three princesses had dropped her flip flop in the bay. Not her, but her sister stood there sobbing. I rushed down to the marina, grabbed the first boat hook from two sweet lesbian sailors and saved the flip flop which was just about to disappear under the dock in the current.
Today the girls stopped by the boat once more with their grandfather and Roxanne. It is their annual summer visit from their home in California to the North West.
Aug 14 addition: I just received a picture their grandfather took of the 4 of us and I now have the names straight:
Now I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that there will be another picture of these triplet dolls from their next year’s visit. Great suspense what kind of hair style they have in mind for the next picture. The bad news is that the locals here in Gig Harbor have to put up with me for another year. I have just paid my annual subscription to the local NPR radio stations. The corrections on the Dutch version and the translation of the English version of “Soloman” have been taking much more of my time than I imagined. I made the decision last week to postpone the departure for South America until the end of next year summer.
Today I installed one of the major equipment items I need for the off shore sailing trip. The Solar Panel. It is a 140 Watt Kyocera panel. I was able to keep the cost to just under $1,000 for the 1-1/2″diam. s/s tube frame and the panel. If any one wants more details/pictures on this, let me know. I was very pleased by the way I managed to tie the single frame in with the two stern pulpits. I plan to add a third tube clamp, in the center.
Gig Harbor is the semi-official home of the Thunderbird. A 27 foot hard chine plywood go-fast racer cruiser. Designed in the fifties by Ben Seaborn, a Seattle naval architect as the winner of a design contest initiated by the Douglas Fir Plywood Association. The plans were given away by the DFPA to promote their Marine grade Douglas Fir Plywood. Hundreds were home built all over the US and Canada and abroad. Ed Hoppen of Eddon Boatshop, here in Gig Harbor, built a number of the first Thunderbirds. The old boat yard and the railway has been preserved as a historical site and is also he home of the N.W. Thunderbird association http://www.gigharborboatshop.org/ Back in 1961 I sold a set of Thunderbird sails for Molenaar in Friesland to Ed Hoppen. I still have the letter confirming this from Ed Hoppen. The letter took a while to get to me because I had in the meantime been shipped out from Ft. Lewis here in Tacoma to Vietnam.
Last weekend the T-Bird club held informal races in the Harbor on Saturday and down Colvos Passage on Sunday. Twelve boats participated on Saturday, Six on Sunday. The windward mark was just off the pier where “Fleetwood” is parked and while I was working on my Solar Panel I took about one hundred good shots of the racers. You can see all of them and copy whatever you wish at www.cometosea.us/albums/T-BirdsJuly25. I made a token contribution to the T-Bird cause. Back in the mid seventies Harold Schadt, the international sales manager for the Douglas Fir Plywood Association, gave me the last set of Thunderbird blue prints they had on file. I found it among the few boxes of personal things I have stored in Lisa’s garage.
I just missed the American women win their world soccer championship game. I was going to see it at 7 p.m. but that turned out to be 7 p.m. Toronto time. Anyway another celebration.
I rafted up with about 25 Gig Harbor Yacht Club boats in Quartermaster Harbor on Vashon Island. Just like last year. The fireworks are put on by one local residents, with very deep pockets. Reportedly, about $400,000. It is absolutely first class. I think this years’s theme was flowers. It is amazing what they can do now to paint these realistic pictures in the sky with pyrotechnics.
There are a few privileges in becoming a Dinosaur, depending on your memory, you discover that you have been there, done that, and after 10 minutes you discover that you have a number of common friends. That is what happened last night talking to John Mulligan, a GHYC member, I discovered that we have a common friend whose trail I had lost. He had Nick’s phone number and I just got through talking to him again. In the early eighties Nick and his wife Ginny were members of my parish in Tacoma. I was married for the second time in a civil procedure, technically this excluded me from the church sacraments. I knew that I had to live on the edges and could not expect acceptance. But this did not keep Ginny from organizing a baby shower for Seth, my youngest son. Something I will never forget. Then Ginny, far too young, lost her battle with cancer, two days before she joined the Angels Choir, I wrote a letter to her. When I heard of her passing away I was devastated that I had not written her earlier. But then, at the door at St.Patrick Church in Tacoma, after the vigil service for her, Nick said: “Jack, Ginny appreciated the note you wrote to her.” From then on, I had learned my lesson do not put off to tomorrow, what should be done today.
I left at sunrise to get back to Gig Harbor for my “habitual” mass attendance. I was disappointed that we did not sing a traditional patriotic hymn. Not sure why. I will ask.