You might think that, at the geriatric age of 18 years, she may have started leaking a bit—having a bit of trouble holding her oil.
Depends.
No, she’s not seeping oil.
She’s marking her territory.
Also, I’ve put it off long enough. It’s time to tear her down and overhaul the engine, transmission, fork seals, rear axle.
Basically everything.
…but…
I’m grabbing a couple of tools from our Tool Cabana to go work on the leading edges of the wings. It’s noisy here: diesel engines, power units, occasional jet engine. And I hear, very distinctly (though surrounded by noise) The Moonlight Sonata. What the?
From the battery charger.
I comment, “I hear music.“
The crew thinks I’m hearing things.
“My dudes…I swear I hear The Moonlight Sonata.”
A few guys comment that, “oh, I think the charger is broken.”
“No, that’s most definitely Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.”
“Bea who?”
“Ludwig van Beethoven. He was a composer. And why do I hear Beethoven right now? Did I hit my head again?!”
Apparently, it’s a feature.
The crew still thinks I’m a crazy old guy. Don’t care.
And because I can’t leave well-enough alone, I changed each of our six chargers to a unique charge notice.
My Spidey-sense is telling me that Whisper Aero is the Elizabeth Holmes of aviation.
Newton’s Laws of Motion in Iambic Pentameter.
Flex your brain.
An object's motion
Will not change,
Unless acted upon by force
That's new and strange
Force equals mass
Times acceleration,
Applied to an object
With no hesitation
When forces are
Exerted in pairs,
They're equal and opposite,
As each one shares
The Goodest Boy — perpetually excited to the end.
Peanut, a chihuahua-pug mix, joined our family in October, 2016. As I recall, he was perhaps ten months old.
He knew sit. And he had that nailed. But that’s about it. And that’s okay.
Over the next seven years, we were able to get him to speak, but he never outgrew the chihuahua-type ultra-squeaky bark.
A few months ago, he was diagnosed diabetic, and it progressively and rapidly worsened. A few weeks ago, he became increasingly lethargic.
On Monday, Daisy and the kids gave him what would be the best dog-day a dog could have: meeting people, enjoying some of his most-favoritest treats, playing at the people-park, a nap on the people-couch.
And one last appointment at the vet who understood the medical history.
He has been the Goodest Boy for the few short years in our lives and was, in his own way, happy and excited until the end.
the rest of me 