As we sailed -in this splendid Port Townsend Summer day!…We thought we had spotted Larry, joyfully learning to sail in Port Townsend!!!!
Alas…Not him! ; (… Yet, many other happy sailing students! : )
Summer sailing learning…
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From dearest friend Jackie this splendid “re-minder”…
We are the “thinking ’specks’ ” -just like ANY other tiny speck of any sort?…WOW!!!
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Hopefully this will help men understand why it takes women so long in public
> washrooms.
>
> When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women,
> so you smile politely and take your place.
> Once it’s your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall
> is occupied.
>
> Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman
> leaving the stall.
> You get in to find the door won’t latch. It doesn’t matter, the wait has
> been so long you are about to wet your pants!
> The dispenser for the modern “seat covers” (invented by someone’s Mom, no
> doubt) is handy, but empty.
> You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there
> isn’t – so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would
> turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants,
> and assume ” The Stance.”
>
> In this position your aging, toneless (God I should have gone to the
> gym!!!) thigh muscles begin to shake.
> 0A
> You’d love to sit down, but you certainly hadn’t taken time to wipe the seat
> or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold “The Stance”.
>
> To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover
> to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your
> mother’s voice saying, “Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would
> have KNOWNthere was no toilet paper!” Your thighs shake more.
> You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday -
> the one that’s still in your purse. (Oh
> yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not
> to strangle yourself at the same time). That will have to do. You crumple it
> in the puffiest way possible. It’s still smaller than your thumbnail.
> Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn’t work.
> The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your
> chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the
> toilet.
> “Occupied!” you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious,
> tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing
> altogether, and slide down directly onto theTOILET SEAT.
> It is wet of course.
> You bolt up, knowing all too well that it’s too late. Your bare bottom has
> made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat
> because YOU never laid down toilet paper – not that there was any, even if
> you had taken time to try.
> You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because,
> you’re certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because,
> frankly, dear, “You just don’t KNOW what kind of diseases you could get”.
>
> By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused
> that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the
> inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt
> and runs down your legs and into your shoes.
> The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto
> the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At this
> point, you give up.. You’re soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet
> seat.
> You’re e-x-h-a-U-S-t-e-d.
> You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink
> out inconspicuously to the sinks.
>
> You can’t figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors,
> …..so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past
> the line of women still waiting.
>
> You are no longer able to smile politely to them.
> A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper
> trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank
> the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman’s hand and tell her warmly,
> “Here, you just might need this”.
>
> As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left
> the men’s restroom.
> Annoyed, he asks, “What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging
> around your neck?” ………………
>
> This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms
> (rest??? you’ve GOT to be kidding!!).
> It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also
> answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the
> restroom in pairs. It’s so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your
> purse, and hand you Kleenex under the door!
>
> Send this to all women that understand what bonding in the bathroom is all
> about!
>
> A Friend Is Like A Good Bra…
> Hard to Find…
> Supportive….
> Comfortable …
> Always Lifts You Up….
> Never Lets You Down, or Leaves You Hanging, And Is Always Close To Your
> Heart!!!
>
> Share with anyone who needs a good laugh!
>
n UpTown Port Townsend (where “the proper” and “the elegant” used to live and associate in the 1800’s), we still gather, and share and enjoy (and we all get to consider ourselves “the proper”, “the elegant’, “the elegant funky”, “the funky”, the joyful, the beautiful and, above all: The free to express ourselves in our wonderful Summer Farmer’s Market!)
Here the handsome jeweler who will fix my bracelet’s tiny mishap…
She herself received another beautiful “Itali Lambertini” “home-made” jewel for her Christmas celebration… Deserving Lady and deserving piece, isn’t it?…”Made in Port Townsend”! ; )This is the other kind of typical Port Townsend “jewel”…it’s called the joy of one/another’s company
…
And the musical genius of David Michael and Dori, stands in delight listening to yet another fellow brilliant musician -and his group…
Joe (guitar), and Amy (voice) were closing their last song when I approached… : ) Joy to hear them together!
And with sounds and stories so rich and fascinating all about, of course a new kind of RADIO must be born!…And here the talents and vision of Collin Brown brings it about to PT!
In it, Collin is prepared to echo our Port Townsend (one of the highest College attendance per capita in the country! ; )…with classical classics, and modern classics, and jazz and speakers, and all kind of sound artists, and poets, and writers and story-tellers!!!
Oh, joy -again- WHAT A TOWN this Port Townsend!!!
If you want to ask more about the town, you can contact our Chamber of Commerce here…. http://www.ptchamber.org/
…AND… if you were planning to come, you’ll be pleased with the many establishments from which you can choose…And, of course, in “Huber’s INN Port Townsend”, we’ll happily be there for you!…www.StayInHubersINN.com
Blog post proudly presented by Huber’s INN Port Townsend… www.StayInHubersINN.com
…Your “Green” Bed and Breakfast in Port Townsend, Washington. We love serving all people, coming to the scenic Opympic Peninsula. Tourists, neighbors, visitors, or Winter Olympiads enthusiasts… Centrum patrons,, Ft. Worden friends, gourmets “foodies”, vegetarians, vegan eaters, hikers,sailors,divers, canoers,fisher people, When it comes to fun , vacations and festivals, we are Port Townsend is The Leader… come and EnjoyPT!
Blog post proudly presented by Huber’s INN Port Townsend… www.StayInHubersINN.com
…Your “Green” Bed and Breakfast in Port Townsend, Washington. We love serving all people, coming to the scenic Opympic Peninsula. Tourists, neighbors, visitors, or Winter Olympiads enthusiasts… Centrum patrons,, Ft. Worden friends, gourmets “foodies”, vegetarians, vegan eaters, hikers,sailors,divers, canoers,fisher people, When it comes to fun , vacations and festivals, we are Port Townsend is The Leader… come and EnjoyPT!
♥To-day, maybe LIFE will remind you that you only grow up (really) when you have a child… : )
Question: Would you enjoy celebrating the generosity of parenthood?…
Beauty everywhere everytime…
Your arms compared with the morning sun
When you held me
Dad
.
Your eyes
Kept me safe
With their serenity
Or with their spark
.
Your smile
Confirmed my reason
To be born
Dad
.
My harbor
My shelter
My friend
.
Dad
.
For my Dad (and yours)
By Leticia Huber
June, 18th, 2010
Port Townsend, WA
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Summer sailing learning…
This is the other kind of typical Port Townsend “jewel”…it’s called the joy of one/another’s company
And with sounds and stories so rich and fascinating all about, of course a new kind of RADIO must be born!…And here the talents and vision of Collin Brown brings it about to PT!
Just across the street…
Beauty everywhere everytime…
