Yesterday and today the comment spam folders at my three blogs were less than a quarter full — not that they’re of a fixed size, but in comparison to the daily volume of spam the blogs have been getting. Is it too soon to hope the bots have decided to write pwoodford.net off?
It’s a sad fact that of late I’ve had to empty the spam folders daily. The host server keeps sending “disk full” warnings, and I don’t know what else could be causing it.
Of course I could always close comments again, but that wouldn’t be any fun.
Schatzi’s recovering nicely from the surgery on her back. Once in a while her left rear leg folds up under her, but it happens less and less often. Donna took her for a walk yesterday and said she’s pretty much her old self.
The order of the day is “no more jumping.” Both pups took to our homemade ramp but are distrustful of the pet stairs from Amazon. The steps on the Amazon rig fold down to make a ramp, but it’s shorter and steeper than the ramp we made and might simply be too much for them.
We’re using the steps, at least temporarily: we arranged them, along with the ramp and coffee table, to make it harder for the dogs to leap off the couch. Of course all that goes by the wayside when a stranger comes to the door. We have to watch those dogs every second.
Don’t worry — if you come visit we’ll move all that stuff and you’ll have a place to sit. Hope you like dogs, though, because they’ll be on the couch with you.
Speaking of visitors, we’ve had houseguests for the past month: first Polly, then our niece Rebecca and her husband Nate, then Donna’s sister Georgie. Georgie flew home early this morning and the house is empty again, though I don’t know for how long. Polly has literally nothing to do in Ajo, where she lives with her boyfriend David, and she’s desperate for a job. The nearest jobs are here in Tucson, so she may come stay with us temporarily while she looks for employment. Then again, maybe not — yesterday she phoned to say she’s volunteered to give swimming lessons to kids at the public pool in Ajo. She sounds excited about it, and if it gives her something to do we’re all for it.
I’ve been conducting indoor walking tours of the hangars at Pima Air & Space Museum for four years. I still look forward to going in every Wednesday, but it’s time to take on a new challenge, so I’m transitioning to the tram tour team.
To be perfectly honest, it’s not just saying the same things about the same exhibits week after week that’s motivating me. Three hours on those hard concrete hangar floors make my feet scream bloody murder, and it’s not just me being fat and out of shape — Donna and Georgie came along on just one of my two walking tours Wednesday, and they both mentioned how much their feet hurt afterward.
I’m riding down to the museum this morning to pick up a tram training manual. I’m only on the walking tour schedule twice in June and can start training right away. It’s probably the worst time to check out on the tram; these guys work outdoors in the fierce southern Arizona heat and sun, but as you can see the trams are covered so they’re in the shade most of the time. I’ll need a bigger hat, that’s for sure.
Did I say it’s going to be a new challenge? There are more than 100 aircraft on the tram tour route, and I’ll have to be able to say something intelligent about every one of them. Then again, learning about a different set of aircraft will inspire me to write more air-minded posts. It’s a good thing.