Duck football on the island

This weekend was my only chance to see the island guy for several weeks, so even though it meant a long drive, the possibility of difficult game viewing conditions, and missing a party on Tequila Hill,  I made the drive.  My immediate reward for my decision was a beautiful sunset from the ferry.


On Saturday morning, I put on my usual Duck regalia, and we headed uptown for breakfast at the Hardware Store.  I was a little concerned about getting snide comments from the local Husky fans, but not only did I not get a single look, but I didn’t see anyone wearing Husky attire either. Vashon is obviously not a hotbed of football fandom.

So we completed our breakfast and errands without any Husky attacks and headed home to do some organizational tasks. We made sure to take time for beers and talking by the water, because it was a gorgeous day.

Island Guy is not a sports fan. Oh, it’s not as bad as if he were a Beaver or Husky fan, but he doesn’t follow sports at all. Nor does he have cable. So this is how we watched the game:

It was fine. There was sound and a picture. The company was excellent. I got to explain the rules and strategy as the game went on, which made me feel like a football genius. Herbie kept repeating everything I explained to Stephen about 2 minutes after I said it, which is always gratifying. If Stephen reads this, I will have to tell him that Herbie was one of the announcers.

For the record: I like Herbie, and do not think he is a Duck hater.

Some random thoughts:

  • I am not a fan of the sparkle pony glitter helmets.
  • Defense was pretty good in the 4th quarter, but weak during the rest of the game. Secondary? There’s talent there, but it hasn’t shown much in the first two games.
  • This morning I am reading a lot of criticism of the new quarterback. Two picks are not good, but one of them was really not his fault. It was a great play by the defense. I thought he played really well for someone who joined the team a month ago.  Cut him some slack. Had a few plays gone differently, the outcome could have been different. Sometimes you lose.
  • The team never quit. They played hard until the end against a really good MSU. This was not a loss to be embarrassed about.
  • If you are a fan, you’re still a fan after a loss. Suck it up and quit whining. But c’mon. We do need a defensive secondary soon.

This morning, I woke up to the sound of fog horns and the smell of coffee. Island Guy is off doing his Zen thing and I’m enjoying the view of the Sound under gray skies. The air is cool and smells of salt and sea weed. 

To me, football is about getting together with family and friends and enjoying them as much as it is about the game. That means the life continues to be wonderful even after a loss. 
Life is good, and I still love my Ducks!


Choosing who to become

So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.
— S.Chbosky/The Perks of Being A Wallflower. 

They’ll hurt you and desert you,
They’ll take your soul if you let them,
Oh yeah, but don’t you let them.
–J. Taylor/You’ve Got A Friend

One of the things I have really wondered  about over the last few years is how much control we have over who we become. There are a lot of things in life that are entirely out of our control. Maybe most things. Where we are born and raised. Who raises us. A loving or abusive upbringing. 

A lot of the things we don’t have any control over have a huge impact in how we turn out. Does someone teach us to control our impulses? Does anyone read with us? Does someone teach us manners?

Then there is a certain core part of us that is us. The self, whatever that means. Two people with the same upbringing can turn out very differently. There are elements of the personality that we seem to be born with. 

Eventually, we grow older and reach a point where we do have more control. We have choices. 

Maybe our core self doesn’t change. Overall, I think our personality traits are often born practically the second we are.  I have always been someone who ponders things. Some people are naturally spontaneous. Does that mean I can’t work on not overthinking everything or that I can’t be spontaneous? Of course not. We have a whole lot of choice about how we live, and even more choices when it comes to how we react to life. How we react to how people treat us, or to things that happen to us. 

Do we assume the worst or have faith?

Do we let ourselves be consumed with anger and hate or do we try to steer ourselves in a different direction and become someone  who reacts with empathy and compassion? That part, I am convinced, is a choice. Not always an easy one!

Here’s what I think:

It’s not about the answers. It’s about continuing to ask the questions. It’s about wondering if you like the person you are becoming every day. Asking what you can do to compensate for traits that you find less desirable. Trying things out. 

Never stop wondering. Never stop asking “what if…”

Never stop becoming who you want to be.  Accept that you will never be finished becoming you. 

Always be a work in progress. 

An imaginary conversation about being eaten by an alligator

I bet if I came up with some good click bait titles, my blog would get a lot more views. 

Like what?

Oh, you know, something like “and you will never believe what happens next!”

Or maybe “I tried that one weird old trick to burn belly fat, and it worked.”


Do people really click on that stuff?

I hope my friends don’t!

We don’t. 

Maybe I could try something about fluffy kitties. Everyone likes fluffy kitties. 

Or puppies. Puppies are popular. 

I’m not sure how much I have to say about fluffy kitties and puppies…but I guess all I really need are good titles. 

People seem to like firefighters. 

Dalmatian puppy rescues squad of sleeping firefighters!

He could be wearing a fire hat. 

Exactly. And a hunky firefighter could be holding him. 

In front of the fire engine. 

Right. It would appeal to everyone. 

Then what?

Yeah. There are only so many times I can use firefighters and puppies. 

I dunno…there’s a reason it’s a classic. 

Focusing on baby animals seems a little limiting. 

Why are you thinking about increasing your readership?

Oh, I’m not really. 


Well, I am thinking about it, but not in a serious way. 

Why not?

Because then I would have to do things like actually thinking about content. 

Don’t you already do that?

Not much lately. 


I think about it, and then don’t write it. 


Sore arm, partly. Other things to do. Partly. Other priorities, I guess. 

Other people.

That, too. 

Is it problem?


Not writing. 

I worry that writing less will mean I am thinking less. 

You probably don’t need to worry too much about that. 

Maybe it means I am losing my creativity. 


Not my creativity, I guess, but my focus. 

Is it a problem? Does it bother you?

A little. 

You’ll do what is important to you when you need to do it. 

That’s true enough. 

What about alligators?


People always like a good story about alligators. 

I don’t know any alligators?

Uh, what?

Aren’t you supposed to write about what you know?

Make something up. Isn’t that what you do?

Oh. Yeah. Fiction. 

Maybe your angel could be attacked by alligators from Hell. 

From Hell? Aren’t the ones in Florida bad enough?

Maybe a puppy could rescue a bunch of firefighters from an alligator!

Maybe I should think of some ideas of my own…

Probably a good idea. 


Lop eared bunnies riding elephants?

You aren’t helping.