{"id":25426,"date":"2020-02-11T11:02:10","date_gmt":"2020-02-11T18:02:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/?p=25426"},"modified":"2020-02-24T14:51:57","modified_gmt":"2020-02-24T21:51:57","slug":"end-of-an-affair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/?p=25426","title":{"rendered":"End of an Affair"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We had a dramatic shift in the weather yesterday. Here are three photos, taken&nbsp;at 9 AM, noon, and 2:30 PM:<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/flic.kr\/p\/2irMjsh\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/49518512116_7af0ea2e0e_c.jpg\" alt=\"21FA7EE6-F9A8-4389-BA48-F7AC21F0CBA0\" width=\"800\" height=\"600\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/flic.kr\/p\/2irJCKY\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/49517988358_b8bf901f11_c.jpg\" alt=\"5D120137-3D5F-49F9-943C-B73F42239367\" width=\"800\" height=\"600\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/flic.kr\/p\/2irMj2Y\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/49518510706_fa15c84258_c.jpg\" alt=\"0C3C7EE6-D991-4C82-B3B5-D123476A9D97\" width=\"800\" height=\"600\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Which, as I noted on Facebook, symbolically capture the day\u2014my final one at the air museum.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve written many a post about my work there. If you&#8217;ve read the more recent ones you know I&#8217;ve been frustrated by museum management&#8217;s toxic attitude toward the volunteers who work to make the museum a great experience for visitors.&nbsp;Over the years I&#8217;ve been there literally dozens of experienced volunteer docents have&nbsp;hit their limit&nbsp;and quit. For the past two years I&#8217;ve been telling myself that my love of telling people about aviation and aircraft outweighed the increasing unpleasantness of working there, but things came to a head yesterday and I knew the affair was over. The toxicity comes from the top and isn&#8217;t going to change. It was time to go.<\/p>\n<p>I feel relieved, mostly, but at the same time at a bit of a loss &#8230; working at the museum has become part of my identity. I&#8217;ll get over it, and am already looking for something else to do in my retirement years. One of the benefits of working at the museum is a lifetime membership with free admission, so whenever I feel the need to commune with my beloved old planes the museum will still be there.<\/p>\n<p>And so it goes.<\/p>\n<p>Donna and I were both out yesterday. That happens fairly frequently and we thought our four-legged children were used to it, but Polly told us&nbsp;last night&nbsp;that while we were gone Mister B sat in&nbsp;the hall outside her bedroom door and howled. I mentioned Maxie&#8217;s occasional &#8220;aroos&#8221; in an earlier post, and said we never had heard Mister B howl. We still haven&#8217;t, but Polly has, so I guess they both have their inner wolves, like all dogs. I took Mister B out for an extra-good walk this morning. Everything&#8217;s&nbsp;damp from yesterday&#8217;s rain, and the smells had his full attention. He&#8217;s happily barking at the window now, as late-rising neighbors walk their own dogs past our house.<\/p>\n<p>Hmm &#8230; friends of ours volunteer at a dog shelter in their town. The only ones I know of here are clear across town, but maybe there are smaller ones closer. Something to look into.<\/p>\n<p>Valentine&#8217;s Day comes on Friday this year. That&#8217;s always a crazy night to get dinner reservations. I asked Donna if I could grill her a steak instead. She says that sounds great. Maybe we&#8217;ll pop for streaming one of the Oscar-winning movies on on Amazon. Romance for old folks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I feel relieved, mostly, but at the same time at a bit of a loss &#8230; working at the museum had become part of my identity. I&#8217;ll get over it, and am already looking for something else to do in my retirement years.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[2572,2991],"class_list":["post-25426","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-personal","tag-airmuseum","tag-howlingwolves"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25426","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=25426"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25426\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25756,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25426\/revisions\/25756"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=25426"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=25426"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=25426"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}