Tacoma’s Fireman’s Park

It’s a beautiful day here in Tacoma, so hubby and I ventured into the outskirts of downtown for lunch.

After eating, we visited Fireman’s Park, which we entered at the corner of Pacific Avenue and S. 7th Street. From Pacific Avenue, this park looks about the size of a postage stamp, but in fact the park extends along the bluff behind the buildings on Pacific Avenue.

fountain
Fountain (now non-functioning) at Pacific Ave. entrance to Fireman’s Park

Fireman’s Park offers expansive views of the working area of the Port of Tacoma, including the entrance of the greenish-gray water of the Puyallup River into the bluer water of Commencement Bay.

marina
marina

A statue called “Clearing the Way” commemorates logging as the foundation of the Pacific Northwest:

statue: "Clearing the Way"
“Clearing the Way”

And logs are still ubiquitous around here:

logs
logs at the Port of Tacoma

A vertical drawbridge provides an unusual frame for Mount Rainier:

Mount Rainier and drawbridge
Mount Rainier and drawbridge

Just across Pacific Avenue from where we entered Fireman’s Park stands Tacoma’s Old City Hall:

Tacoma's Old City Hall
Tacoma’s Old City Hall

Our Community’s Newest Resident

We live next to Tacoma’s big Point Defiance Park, and we get a lot of deer who come into our neighborhood to eat. They’ve become very tame. I had heard that one of the females had a fawn, but we hadn’t seen the little guy—until today. His mom parked him next to someone’s house while she was off grazing.

Most people here don’t like the deer because they eat their plants, but I think they’re cute. And who wouldn’t love this little guy. Hubby got this great photo:

fawn
fawn

Then at dusk the mother and fawn walked across our back yard. This is the best shot I could get with my phone in the low light, but you can clearly see what’s happening:

fawn nursing
fawn nursing

 

State Flower: Rhodendrom

rhododendron

 

Here’s what the Washington State website has to say about the official state flower:

State Flower
Coast Rhododendron
In 1892, before they had the right to vote, Washington women selected the coast rhododendron as the state flower. They wanted an official flower to enter in a floral exhibit at the 1893 World’s Fair in Chicago. Six flowers were considered, but the final decision was narrowed to clover and the “rhodie,” and voting booths were set up for ladies throughout the state. When the ballots were counted, the rhododendron had been chosen as the Washington state flower. In 1959, the Legislature designated the native species, Rhododendron macrophyllum, as the official flower of the state of Washington.

These flowers are gorgeous, with their huge blooms. Colors include pale pink, magenta, red, salmon, and violet, with different varieties blooming at slightly different times.

Rhododendron bushes are nearly ubiquitous in landscaping around here—so much so that lots of people say they’re sick of seeing them. But I’m still enough of a newcomer that I love to see these bursts of color all over during the spring.

 

Me, too!

“I am happily living in ‘the other Washington’ where I have a day job that I love,” Amazon founder Jeff Bezos told Washington Post employees after the announcement of his purchase of the newspaper.

“Why Me?”

For several months now I have been working on my dissertation. I’m exploring a topic I love, and my committee members couldn’t be any more helpful and supportive. Nearly every day I’ve been learning new things that suggest projects for me to work on after I finish this degree. I had been moving joyously through the whole dissertation process.

But this week I hit a couple of those snafus that occasionally come our way and distract us from what we want—and need—to do. First, the Apple Mail program on my desktop computer suddenly stopped pulling in my email. It kept asking for, and rejecting, my password. I spent some time poking around the web site of my hosting service, then finally moved on to live chat tech support. Daniel, the support guy, spent a lot of time on the problem but couldn’t figure it out. He then asked his supervisor, who also had no luck. They ended up calling in the head email guru, who lived an hour away. They did finally fix the problem, but I lost several hours that I had intended to dedicate to working on that dissertation.

Second, one morning I came into my home office to find that Mac OS X was unable to write to the external hard drive that I use for daily backups. The helpful little box on the screen advised me to copy my data from that drive and reformat it. Since it’s an old drive, I figured replacement was a better bet then reformatting. Fortunately, I had a brand new 1.5 TB external drive that we had picked up recently on sale. But before I could use it, I had to check the company’s web site, find out how to format the drive for use with my Mac, then format the drive and copy the data onto it. I also had to edit my backup program to write to the new drive rather than the old one. So there went another couple of hours that should have been devoted to the dissertation.

As I was muttering and mumbling to myself while copying data files, a realization suddenly smacked me in the head: When things go badly, we often shake our fists at the sky and shout, “Why me?” But when things go well, we don’t ask, “Why me?” We simply accept the good, believing it to be our due. We take so many good things for granted, but we get all worked up over the bad ones.

From now on, I’ll try to remember to acknowledge the good things that happen instead of noticing only the bad. And I’ll try to be just as grateful for the good things as I am disgruntled about the bad—and grateful that, overall, the good far outweigh the bad.

© 2010 by Mary Daniels Brown