Living on board a boat near our nation's capital means extraordinary sights and experiences become part of our everyday life.
The phone rings. "Hey, do you want some tickets to see President Obama speak at the US Naval Academy Graduation?" We didn't blink, in fact we were out the door so fast I also forgot my camera. But luckily an entire press corps was there to do the job, so we got to sit back with 30-thousand of our closest friends and bask in the pomp and glow of the very special day.
Zach's observation: "Obama is really handsome! I really like his red tie." My son the fashionista. My thought, after realizing he was staying for the entire ceremony and seeing him shake EVERY hand of the 1023 graduates: "Oy vay he's gonna plotz in this heat, somebody get the president a glass of water please!"
Then the Blue Angels were in town and practicing right over our boat all week. Zach was half excited and half distressed by the noise (not nearly as distressed as Mookie the guinea pig).
Again, my thoughts were more along the Jewish Mother tangent: "I don't think they should be flying that close together. Their mamas would not like this one bit." (yes that's our rigging in the foreground, they were THAT close)
Later that week, this was my view as I was going to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Fireworks! Right outside our hatch.
(isn't sad that I had my camera in the bathroom but forgot it on my way to see the President?!)
But for my sweet boy, THIS was the highlight of the week...
"Mommy, I got to talk to a REAL lady pirate!" We woke up one morning and there she was...
out on the marina lawn prepping to do a talk for a school group on a tour boat. She saw my little guy gawking and was kind enough to walk over and say hello. He's still talking about her.
Presidents, Pirates, Pyrotechnics, jets whizzing by at 1200 miles an hour. Yeah, it's just another day in the neighborhood.