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
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| 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.
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
Did I just hear you mutter "Thank God!"?
