Pretty Good Day Today

Around noon I went to the store to pick up a few items for diner. On the way in I noticed a plane that looked a bit like a B-24 flying in the distance. I lost it after just a second, while trying to deal with the traffic around the store. After I parked the car I heard the distinctive sound of loud engines in the air. I looked up in time to see a B-17 flying by. Man those things are beautiful about 1000 feet up. I’ll bet there are still some people who think differently. They were an awfully deadly bomber.

When I walked out of the store, I again heard the sound of “round engines” as my father-in-law calls them. Sure enough, it was a B-25. At 1000 feet up, there’s no mistaking the lines of that plane, and it was traveling quite a bit faster than the stately pace of the B-17. As it passed, the full noise from the engines was evident, and it gave me a thrill. There’s nothing like that sound.

All in all, it was a pretty good day.

World Building

I’ve been playing with what I think will become a novel, and today I spent a lot of time world building, which was something I’ve never done before. I really enjoyed coming up with sayings for my mythical world like:

Predators eat, but don’t remember. Prey remember but don’t eat.

Words to live by.

Why I Love My Son

There’s a dead bird on the mantle tonight, and tomorrow morning we’ll be burying it in the back garden. How it got there, goes like this.

Trevor was out playing in the front when he noticed a small house finch that wasn’t flying off like the others. He called to Teri, and she went out and looked. The bird was a bit small, and was not able to fully fly. It could flap it’s wings, and if put up someplace high, like on the bird feeder, it could fly/crash gently down, but that was about it. We put it in our butterfly cage, and brought it inside. It was getting late, and we have several feral cats around, so leaving it out was a clear death-sentence.

We tried to give it something warm to lay on (an old towel), and feed it some crushed up bird seed, but nothing seemed to help. About a hour later I found it dead.

When Trevor found out, he was very sad. I asked if he want to help me bury it tomorrow morning (something we’ve done before), and said yes. It was then that he suggested the back garden as the burial place, a touching idea as this is a nice place for birds to come to. By then he had tears in his eyes, and even though he was crying, he still was brave enough to make this suggestion.

I love that my son can care for a finch, to the point of tears, even though he’d never seen this particular one until late this afternoon.

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