Update for Jazz, the french market bag and the rest of my dull life.

Of course, it's better than the wrong sort of excitement. We've had that in this neighborhood and once is enough.

Jazz is adjusting to his medicine so we think he will be alright. He only shows a little bit of paralysis in his right front foreleg. But there have been no seizures since he started taking phenobarbital. He gets a blood test next week. He's eating like a champ and this is a good thing as he was thin all his life so when he got sick it was a terrible worry.

I'm digging out the aran sweater tomorrow to fulfil a promise I made to myself when the mitt was encased in the splint. And...I took the market bag to the harbor and knit a few rows. It is still very heavy and it will be a slow slog.

While there, I saw - but didn't get to talk to - a lady who had a cast on her arm who was out getting some sun. I didn't want to run over and accost or scare her, though she really did look like a friendly sort. She looked rather peaceful and probably didn't need to trade "war" stories about broken limbs.

There were a lot of naval vessels sailing up and down the channel but I never watch them anymore, not unless one of the big aircraft carriers comes in. They are far too impressive to ignore. I can't think of anything bigger that's on the water.

You see, we have training vessels going and coming every day, so it's a common sight to see lots of ships. One thing that was very interesting to watch this summer was the sabot sailboat class following their "mother" ship, a sailboat which was about 30 feet long. The sabots looked like little water bugs, that have a sail on the back, bobbing along behind a big mother bug. Very cute. Sabot sailboats are tiny little boats that are just about big enough to carry one person, sometimes two. They tip over and the sail "glues" to the water surface and then the sailor struggles to free it. Very soon the sail pops free and the little boat gets going again. I love to watch this little parade.

A big thrill is to see the 20 meter boats, Liberty and Stars and Stripes, sailing down the channel to go race each other outside the point. When the America's Cup races were off the point one year, we all piled up onto Point Loma and watched this great drama with our birding glasses and considered it Grand! You could hardly see anything with the shine of the sea, but it was a great moment in the wannabe sail boat owners lives. The sea looks like silver nitrate when the sun is in a certain place in the sky. 20 meter boats look huge in the channel, but not out there on the open ocean, beating down a leg of a race. When DH and I were courting, he took me sailing. When we got married, we wanted to live on a sailboat. Next time perhaps....Another life....

I've gotten one more postcard and have to get it's picture taken. The site that we posted to was taken down by a hacker at the beginning of the week, so our Swap is trying to regroup. Sewingworld is a great place but this may be the end for it. It was ten years old this year. I'd been there since the beginning. I'll post a picture of that "Silver Nitrate Sea" taken from the cliffs of Torrey Pines State Preserve.