September, 2017

Nana goes West

Last month Janice took a quick trip to Oregon on the West Coast to help Cassie out with the little ones while she started a new job, a move to a new town and got ready to start more classes. Me? I stayed back, held the fort, kept the mongrel hordes at bay and did a tiny bit of flying. 

She returned happy, tired and in serious need of an adult beverage.

Nana, with Cassie's munchkins

Another lazy day on the island

With all the fun and games here, I did have a little mishap this past month. I slipped on one of our docks and landed rather hard on my back. I spent several days quite sore until it became obvious that I should get an X-ray to make sure nothing more was amiss. It wasn't but I did have a contusion on a rib, so I have been drugged up like a drunk and am currently unable to fly. Still, too soon to go coffin shoppin' , I was told.

Since rest and relaxation was instructed (but not bed rest), I thought it a perfect time to put a quicky little poor mans workshop together. It was only relatively recently that a space opened up on the island to allow for one. Ironic, since I could have really used it all the years we were putting the place together in the first place. 

Think of it as a man cave, without the Bacalounger, the mini fridge full of ice cold beer, the wide screen TV or the September pin-up of 'Miss Aviation'.  (Honest honey, I don' t know if that even exists!')

I need to wrap it up el-pronto as we have started the countdown for our return home to California. I will post the finished results next month.

 

News from the flight deck

I had another great month 'dancing with the angels', going to new 'fly-in's' here and there. I even took best T-shirt award at one. Things simply have not aligned to get my floats on even though they are fully assembled, so I will do what in my better judgement know I should have done in the first place. Shut up until it is done, then yammer about it.

 

Best T-shit award

As we go to press there are less than 7 possible flying days left in this season if I can get off these meds before you get another 8 months of aviation free news from me. 
Did I just hear you mutter "Thank God!"?