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Month: June 2005

Hot, hot, hot

27/06/2005 Johnnyboy

Boy oh boy, is it hot! The temp has been in the high 80’s-90’s all weekend, and the humidity has been akin to walking through water, especially at night. My cat jumped in bed with me last night around 11:30, tried to lie down, realized it was too hot to even snuggle, and left to sleep in the bathroom. She has found a spot, underneath the dormer window, next to the sink, that suits her well. It is covered with ceramic tile, and she stretches out and snoozes away. She is there as I write this. Smart kitty. The other animal in the house is my sister’s dog, Henry, named after the author Henry James. He is a Westy, and at the ripe old age of 15, tends to sleep most of the time. When he’s awake he eats, goes outside for a pitstop or two, and barks at nothing in particular. I think he has the canine version of Alzhiemer’s Disease. Sometimes he’ll start off at a quick trot outside and then stop dead, as if he’s forgotten what he’s doing. He’ll seem confused for a second, and then become distracted by something again. He and the cat have a great relationship. She is certainly not threatened by him, and he is very curious about her. When we are outside, she walks beside him, lays down in the grass next to him and reaches out with her foreleg, just touching him on the shoulder. It’s very sweet. She seems to be acting as a kind of nursemaid or caregiver at times. We should all be so lucky.

The elderly aren’t suited very well to this heat. At the age of 81, my mother is effected by the heat as well. She becomes run-down more quickly, needs to slow down more often, and should be drinking more water, but she is not. She wears herself out and is asleep by 9PM. Of course then she’s awake by 3:30 or 4AM, and starting her day. She exhausts herself, which in her case is not the healthiest way to live. I wish I could find a way to make her just stop, not worry about her children, and take a breather. Her own history, upbringing, and senses of responsibility drive her to a point of breaking, and then she stops. I am trying to learn a new way of living. I am trying to see farther ahead to where that breaking point lies, and to stop before I run out of juice and have to collapse. To conserve my energy, in all situations, to not get so dragged out that I cannot function, is my goal today. Whether I accomplish that goal is another thing, but I just have to worry about today, not the rest of my life.

Johnnyboy

OK, I admit it, I’m weird…

26/06/2005 Johnnyboy

It’s true. I’m a little bit weird. Today, I’ll admit one thing that I think about that is kind of strange. I don’t know how this came about, but I think it is because of my love of sci-fi movies, especially cheesy ones. Here goes…

One day I was looking at a bug on the ground, an ordinary little black beetle of some sort. I suddenly had this flash! What if bugs weren’t bugs at all, but really,really, small, all terrain vehicles on little missions from their ET basecamps. And what if inside, instead of bug guts, there were teeny people at the controls, giving orders, navigating, fixing coffee, and all that? I thought the idea was a pretty good one, and I’m waiting for the defense department to start
using some kind of 8-legged crawler in some war. Then I’ll say “Hah!, you see, I’m right! Just wait, the Giant People will soon be here, and we will look just like little bugs.”. I had this thought about the bug/machine thing a long time ago. Since then I’ve realized that the idea is ludicrous. Those bugs can’t all be machines…

As some of you know, I build model airplanes. This may seem a juvenile pursuit for a 40-year old man, but I find it to be extremely relaxing, a great way to learn about the early history of aeronautics, and just plain fun, no pun intended. There is quite a community of folks around the globe who all have the same love of aircraft, especially those of The First World War, or shortly afterwards, The Golden Age of Aviation. These were times when flying was truly a skill, devoid of any computers, and in some cases, altimeters and fuel gauges. The aircraft were made of wood, canvas, and steel wire. They were covered in what is called “dope”, which was a type of varnish that sealed in the linen canvas fuselage and made it waterproof. This stuff is also extremely flammable. So basically these pilots were flying wooden boxkites covered in varnish drenched cloth, held together by a series of criss-crossed steel wiring, drawn tight to keep everything aligned. Sometimes they just fell apart in mid-air. Sometimes they burst into flame when the engine ran too hot. If they were shot down by an opponent, they would usually go up in flames, taking the pilot with them. Remember, no parachutes until 1918…Tough decisions at 5000 feet. Either jump and risk that scenario (some pilots did survive) or go down in flames and most certainly die.

Anyway, here is a picture of one of my “builds” as they are called. It is a Nieuport 28, post WW1, flying for the Swiss Air Service. This plane was widely used by the US Army Air Corps in WW1, but had the bad habit of shedding its lower wing in any kind of dive.
http://photobucket.com/albums/a248/jono1965/Model%20Builds/th_23589.jpg

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