Laundry

This morning I did laundry in a different an amusing way. Not amusing Like PW, but amusing none this less, especially for this San Diego city girl.

My younger son has camp at Sea World this week and part of going to Sea World camp is wearing the same yellow camp shirt each of the 5 days of camp. Monday was fine, new and clean shirt, Tuesday was fine because he only wore it during camp and it still looked clean. But now for Weds. I thought it was high time for a mid week wash.

Being the early bird I am, I woke at 6 and started the laundry. At 6:15 the laundry starts beeping at me, and displaying some very strange code on the "communication screen". I try my best to think it is just early morning grumps and reset the washing machine. At 7am I check on the machine to see that, yes indeed, there is a problem and the machine will not in fact launder clothes this morning.

What, what's that you say, you want to skim ahead to the punch line, well okay. The end result was me driving frantically to Sea World with the wet shirt on my arm and arm out the window. I'm dodging traffic, not only because I'm late but also because shirts dry faster at 40 mph than at 25 mph.

So, yup, I wasn't waving my yellow flag at you this morning, just doing my laundry.

Dutch Shoe Marathon

I just returned home from the start of the Dutch Shoe Marathon. This one design race is sponsored by San Diego Yacht club and had 283 participants in 4 classes. The Sabot has long been the standard for young sailors and is often considered the hardest to sail. Its bathtub like shape does not lend its self towards forward movement and often is pushed sideways by the wind. This race is challenging for young and old alike.

The racers were nervous this morning. Boat parts were being repaired and new parts purchased. Race instructions into Ziplocs and taped down. The coaches were talking about tides, currents and wind directions. And moms were applying sunscreen and packing snacks. All contributed to the bustle of energy on the docks this morning. The preparations were successful and the participants crossed the start line with ambitious goals. It was quite a site; 200 little boats with white sails moving down the harbor like leaf ants in the jungle.

What, what’s that I hear? You want to see pictures of my kids again? Well, okay.