Thursday Bag o’ Wasteland

Donna hosted bridge last night. I had planned, as soon as I finished a post about aerial refueling, to go to the local cineplex and watch Get Out, but in the end I stayed home and watched MSNBC with the sound turned down low. Note to self: go see Get Out, it’s supposed to be good. […]

Air-Minded: Passin’ Gas, Old School

Aerial refueling: also called air-to-air refueling and in-flight refueling. You can’t send a B-2 from Missouri to hit a high-priority ISIS target in Libya without it; nor can you deploy an expeditionary air wing to a combat zone in Afghanistan or the Middle East. Aerial refueling allows receiving aircraft to fly long distances or stay on station […]

Ventilador This, Sucker

Between tram tours at the air museum, I sneak into a mostly-empty storeroom behind one of the exhibit galleries. It’s quiet and out of the way, a perfect place for a break. I thought I was the only one who knew about it. For at least the last two years, these two boxes have been sitting against one […]

Get in the Kitchen and Make Me a Quilt

Donna’s sister Robin is here for a few days, and she’s helping Donna put my Hash House Harrier T-shirt quilt together. That’s Robin in the photo. All you can see of Donna is her hand. Donna has made a few of these for friends in the hash, meanwhile saving some of my old shirts for […]

Please Refrain from Wearing Blue Jeans

We’re going to the annual volunteer appreciation dinner at the air museum this week. Yesterday the organizer sent a list of last-minute instructions. One item stood out, and not in a good way: “This is a nice dinner, so please refrain from wearing blue jeans, shorts and such.” It was a crappy thing to say, and […]

Saturday and (Maybe) Nothing to Do

Our daughter Polly asked for my help moving her stuff from the ex-boyfriend’s house in Ajo, Arizona, to her new apartment in Tucson. Specifically, she needed me to hook the trailer to the truck and meet her at the ex’s at 1 PM today. I backed the trailer into the garage yesterday, pumped up the tires, […]

Home Alone

Fending for myself: Donna drove to Palm Springs to spend a few days with her sister and niece. Right after she left I heard one of the dogs howling. And she thinks they love me more than her! Since I had the TV to myself last night, I turned on Netflix to watch what must be the […]

Paul’s Book Reviews

“We are all part machine, Kaaro. Your phone is a polymer under the skin of your hand. You have a locator chip in your head.” —Tade Thompson, Rosewater Rosewater by Tade Thompson A Goodreads friend said this about “Rosewater”: “This book is one of those discoveries that not only is enjoyable for itself; it’s good […]