This week marked a personal transition at the air museum. I led walking tours Wednesday and tram tours Friday … but as you know I’ve been doing both for the past month. What’s different now is that from this week on, I’m all tram, all the time (if you’re a friend, though, and you come visit, I’ll be happy to give you a personal walking tour).
Well, that’s a crappy photo. I clearly wasn’t thinking about sunlight and shadows. Anyway, that’s me under the tram driver hat, about to drive a group of visitors around the outdoor exhibits. There are several trams, and one that we often use has an exceptionally low driver’s seat. It can’t be adjusted up or down, or back and forth for that matter. I finally broke down and ordered a booster seat pad from Amazon, the kind of thing a very short driver might use in order to see over the steering wheel. I’ll carry it with me to the museum, and if I have to drive that particular vehicle I’ll be ready.
We’re shopping for an RV gate. Shopping for the right contractor, that is. We want something like this:
This one belongs to a neighbor. Just a simple metal gate to screen trailers and garbage cans, so as not to offend the neighbors. The first fence contractor to give us an estimate came in well north of $2,000.00. We didn’t think it would be nearly that much, so we’re still shopping. Not much point in paying for a gate if there’s no money left for a trailer, am I right?
We’re down to the last days of our grandson Quentin’s annual summer visit. He’s been at a robotics camp at the university all week, so we’re trying to make the most of the weekend before he flies home Monday. Today’s movie day, and naturally he wants to see Minions. We came to a compromise on that: while he and Polly watch the movie in the mall cineplex, Donna and I will go shopping at Dillards. I need a new swimsuit anyway … my ten-year-old trunks are falling apart.
We have had a nice visit with Quentin. Last night he and Polly cooked dinner together, and we’re not talking chili mac but serious food: wiener schnitzel and boiled new potatoes, plus a green salad. Kid’s got talent, but we expected no less … it runs in the family.
By now you’ve figured out that Polly’s here too, so we won’t be alone after Quentin leaves. Polly got in on Thursday for what looks to be a long stay. She’s hunting for work in Tucson, and who knows how long it’ll take her to become independent again? Which is why I need new swimming trunks … if Donna and I were home alone, I’d never need trunks at all.