Moving to Motown

After 19 years of working on the Atlantic or Pacific Ocean coasts, I am about to get orders to a place with no salt water (other than that in our aquarium):  DETROIT, MI.  It will be interesting, challenging and different from everything I have done so far in my career, but I am looking forward to it.  My mother summed it up perfectly, as I could hear her in the background as I broke the news to my dad on the phone, "there's no salt water THERE!"

There will be no federal fisheries for me to enforce, but apparently there will be lots of smuggling problems between the province of Ontario and numerous locations in Michigan.

There will be no marine mammals, polar bears or sea birds to protect from the people, but there could be lots of Asian carp who have worked their way up the Mississippi River and are currently causing trouble in Lake Michigan.

There will also be the all too frequent opportunity to protect the humans from themselves and others as they get into trouble on the water and/or ice.

There will be no yummy Pacific Salmon to catch during my leisure time, but there will be plenty of places where I can explore my new fascination with fly fishing.

There will be no beautiful mountains to admire or snowboard/hike on, but there will be lots of places to snowshoe and cross country ski.

There will be no bears, tsunamis, or avalanches to worry about, and there will be Major League Baseball [and an opportunity to catch the Red Sox and Orioles when they are in town].

There will be lots of new stuff, but the best part is that the most important thing will be the same.  All the people I love best in the world will be going there with me:  Andy, Mittens, Joey, Nacho, Libre, Obi, Nori, Bertie, Pip, Ini, Meanie, Moe, Snuffy, Snails #1-3, and those scary green/red worms inside the live rock.  I am actually not that attached to the red worms, especially, but I hope that they make it safely to our new home in the midwest!

[I wonder if Joey and Mittens (pictured below lounging in the living room, one on the rug from Romania, the other on the soft cotton throw from Mexico) will like being midwestern cats??  They will certainly like being there better than the plane rides to GET there!!]

Land of the unwritten thank you notes

I am very glad to report that the days of January have not yet hit double digits, and I have written my first thank you note of 2010.  I am sorry to report that this is probably the first thank you note that I have written in the last 12 months.  I was trying to tidy up the house before the spousal unit gets back after a long vacation back east, and I came across the box of items that his mom had sent to me because I couldn't* join him on the holiday trip.

* OK, maybe I COULD HAVE gone with him, but since I took two weeks off at Christmas last year, I felt like it was my turn to stay back and run the office while the two bigger cheeses took some well earned leave from their official duties.

I remembered the first time I spent Christmas with his mom, and she had a pen and notepad handy while she opened her gifts, so that she could remember to whom she should write a thank you note.  My mom used to do the same thing with my brother and me when we were  kids, but somehow I grew out of that habit.

I gave the two guys who work for me a modest gift certificate to a local book store for Christmas, and each of them promptly brought in a thank you card.  The one who has kids had them write the message on the inside, which was TOO CUTE.

But it made me think of all the thank you notes I should have written, but didn't, or the ones that I wrote, but never mailed.  [that is the well developed sense of catholic guilt going into overdrive!!]

I can honestly say that I DO remember the person who thought enough of us to provide the gift, when I use items around the house, or my gaze passes them at work in my messy cubicle.  Does that positive energy count more than a card which someone opened, then (I hope) immediately recycled once they shared it with their family, because there really isn't room in anyone's life for boxes of old stored thank you notes?

I guess it would depend on who you talked to, and what else you did after fondly remembering that person, but I am going to count the positive cosmic energy as a virtual thank you card!

Attack of the Spider Protestors!!!

(picture borrowed from http://ukdf.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-camel-spider-urban-mythand-answer.html)

This story is not about camel spiders, but since I have a friend who is about to deploy to Umm Qasr (stay safe Jim!), and I couldn't find any pictures on-line to explain this situation graphically, I decided to share with you these scary, hairy arachnids.  I have no idea what the two pictured above are doing.  You have to read the blog I found the picture in to get more details.  Yikes!

I seem to be in a Seattle mode lately, and this story is one from 1997, when I first returned to Washington State to attend graduate school at the Univ. of Washington's School of Marine Affairs.  While I was looking for a place to live, I stayed with my friend Lynn in the Wallingford neighborhood of Seattle.  She has going out with a local Seattle-ite (there really aren't too many of these, but lots of pretenders...) named Noel.

It seemed like in the first week or so I was in Seattle, several Greenpeace protesters attached themselves to the Aurora Bridge and rappelled down until they were suspended only a few meters above the water.  They did this to prevent 'wasteful' (their term, not mine) factory trawlers from departing Seattle for the Bering Sea.  They had a net that they attempted to  string from one person to the next, intending to block the entire width of the waterway.

Noel was a former sailor on some of the NOAA ships which travelled to the polar regions, and he had purchased a surplus skiff from NOAA.  He proposed that the 3 of us get underway in his boat and see what was going on.  I rarely turn down a boat ride if the weather is good, so ......

Once we got on scene, I started to have second thoughts.  There was a Seattle PD officer on the north side of the channel, shouting things like, "you are in violation of a U.S. Coast Guard security zone!"  And, "you are subject to arrest for blocking the channel!"  The first statement made my heart skip a beat, as I didn't want to be a Law Enforcement case for my own agency.  The second statement just made me laugh, as the only two vessels in the channel were us (in a ~20 foot small boat) and one guy in a kayak.  If you click on 'the channel' link above, you will see that there is a lot of territory for navigating among the spider protesters.  They were able to turn back two trawlers, then their net malfunctioned, and a third trawler got through.

We talked to a few of the spider people for maybe half an hour, with Mr. SPD yelling at us the entire time.  Since he didn't have a boat, and no Coasties were showing up, I hoped for his sake that he had some throat lozenges in his pocket.  There was a rigid hull inflatable boat at a floating dock on the south side of the channel.  He was the support boat for the 'spiders', throwing food up to them, and presumably receiving bags full of soiled Depends products that they were using to deal with processed foods and liquids.

I admire their dedication to their cause, but apparently it wasn't important or successful enough to record for posterity on their web site.  [Or maybe my searching skills just leave something to be desired.]