What’s the use of having a blog with a readership of … dozens? on a good day? … if you can’t use it to post pictures of yourself looking like a dork?
First of all, it was “Flannel Football Friday” at work and as the only one there with a team still in the playoffs, this new Christmas present shirt was perfect.
When I got home the whole house was open and a bit on the chilly side (49° outside) and I wanted to listen to some music while I got some work done for the hangar tomorrow, so I found a really big ski cap and put it on over the Officially Really Nice Bose Headphones.
I was told, “It’s a look!”
Yes! Yes it is, and no one pulls it off like me!
I found this on the floor behind the desk in my office this morning.
A dropped cleaning rag from the night crew? NAH! It’s yellow, that’s a penalty flag!
But what did I do?
Illegal motion? The only motion I wanted last night was to go home, and there’s nothing illegal about that!
Illegal procedure? I’ll have you know that my accounting records are 100%, strictly above board!
Holding? Um, not in the office, thanks. Nothing good can come of that in the long run.
Illegal touching? My favorite penalty – but see “Holding,” above. Besides, the best touching is always consensual, not illegal. (Remember kids, don’t settle for consent – hold out for enthusiasm!)
The winds were back last night, at least at our house.
Those are the wind chimes that were banging away, with the trees in the background swaying and swishing and whooshing and generally making lots of very loud, spooky noises.
What’s really weird is that a couple of folks at work who live within a couple of miles of here kept getting “HIGH WIND!” alerts on their phone, but it was calm as could be. Meanwhile, when I took out the trash tonight I found that the BBQ has been wandering again. It’s sitting ten feet away from where it was parked, and the big, heavy cover that was on it was nowhere to be seen.
Maybe I’ll borrow a set of chocks from the hangar. If they’re designed to keep a B-52 or C-46 from wandering, maybe they can keep the BBQ in place.
It’s a simple, common sight.
The moon seen through a broken, high layer of cirrus clouds, the sky being split by two horizon-to-horizon contrails.
Yet how many of us ever stop to admire the beauty of the sight? The subtle, infinite variations of blue and white…
The news is shit, other aspects of our lives may or may not have us ready to run screaming. But with this view, for a couple of minutes at least, perhaps we can push the horror to the side.
Those meditation apps with the weird Australian guys might help also.
Since the sunset was nice enough to grace us again with pinks and oranges…
No sign of Venus behind those pink clouds tonight, but I have faith that it’s there!
The final sunset of 2019, the final sunset of the decade.
The colors didn’t suck. I wish the same could be said for the year, at least in the global sense.
The moon was up in the upper left, and Venus could clearly be seen peeking in and out of those cotton-candy clouds. Not sure it can be seen in the picture.
Happy New Year to all – let’s hope 2020 is full of lots of love and laughter. And a lot less of the other stuff that made the late 2010’s suck so badly.