Raindrops collect on a branch
Vapor life... My life as it is, as it should be. *********************************************************************************************************** Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep. Fran Lebowitz (1950 - )
It might be warm around here but I have been fighting off my own kind of cold all week.
Last night I met up with some friends in town for the holidays. L, who is Philly born but now lives in So-Cal, thinks it’s hilarious how we say things here… like when I was talking bout a property that happened to mention a “Two bedroom condo”. She giggles every time I say it because there is a little bit of the north in us…. So sometimes Condo comes out “Kan-dough”. It got me thinking… you never really realize you have an accent because you are from where you are, but there it was. I could even see it (or hear it ). So I decided to look and sure enough here is a list we, as Michiganders, say funny:
Click *here* or the link below:
Take some time when you are bored. Read the article. Laugh a Little.
Its funny because the further north you go the more Whiskaansony your accent can be don’t cha know. That is how I see it anyway.
From the list my favorite has to be:
"Wuds": Woods. Be careful in the wuds... it's deer season, an' ya got 30,000 unemployed auto workers, drunk off their ass, armed ta the teeth with high-powered weapons.
You would think that the day after Christmas would be a day for relaxing. Instead I had a to do list a mile long.
I cleaned the furnace and replace the filter. Broke down a bunch of boxes/ trash and took a trip to the dumpster. Went to the hardware store for some parts. Replaced the break light in the Girls car. Ran Tanner and more…all by 2:30 so we had time to get ready to go to the Jeff Dunham show last night at Joe Lewis Arena.
The show and dinner after was really funny and great. (thanks for the invite Ron) but I know something was amiss as half way through running tanner my throat starting getting scratchy.
I made it through dinner and was home lying in bed when I realized I was really impressed that I did all that and I still had time to catch something that is giving me an awful sore throat just in time for going back to work.
(PS- Apparently I also took the time to go back to the 1950's to have someone capture the moment in the painting of me. Man I was busy)
Hoping everyone makes it home OK.
Lets just call this a partial re-post ... a re-po maybe.
The Girls vehicle had an issue last night. The windshield wipers just stopped working. The thing about driving in the snow is that you have to have wipers as the constant spray of crap from the car in front of you means you need to clear you windshield often.
So…. Last night I went out in the cold/dark driveway to figure out if I could figure it out. Honestly I was hoping it was some kind of fuse, but I could hear the motor running and see that then were trying to move so no fuse.
I then took apart the stupid layers of plastic covering until I could get to the linkage underneath to see what the freaking problem was. All the while holding a flashlight with my teeth. (note to self , add a headlamp to the wish list) . I could not get it all the way off without some major dissection, but I did get it enough I could pry it back and expose the pieces I needed. Apparently they just snap together and for some reason they had came apart with the weight of the snow/ice. I was able to re-align the arms with the help of a magnet wand and snap them back together.
Wipers functional, the Girl can see and I am the hero. Not to mention it saved us a service call.
Honestly it was a lot of luck involved proving once again its better to be lucky than smart.
Be Quiet.... I am stalking.
The Girls mother has a particular attachment to an old vacuum cleaner. Nothing else will self propel as well, has the long cord and has the bags that she likes.
This stupid game is so ridiculously addictive.
I honestly dont know were all the time goes.
Sometimes I feel like the time I am missing are the ticks between the second hand… moments to small to notice that sneak up in the end to be a lifetime.
Today, after another early morning, we went out for the Christmas tree.
For every hour I spend flying, there seems to be an hour of ground work. Either preparing, checking weather, making sure everything is current/up to date. You know… the boring stuff. This is for me a lowly private pilot, those commercial fellas have it a lot worse than me.
A perfect example of this is the bi-annual flight review that had to be done and this week. It is a mix of practical flying time and ground work that has to be done with an instructor once every two years in order to enjoy the privilege that the pilots license extends.
Its always a little intimidating having someone critique your skills, but every time (this will be my 6th maybe 7th review?) I am reminded that really the instructor is there as an advisor and as such more or a data resource than a authority. Once I re-learn this lesson and I do this every time, the other lessons are a breeze to catch up on.
If you have been waiting for more posts...
Drowning can be funny.