I’m busy with non-cartoon things much of this week. I missed yesterday altogether, and I don’t have a lot of time to chat today, but at least I’m here with a not-so-old cartoon from 2010. Working at home as I do, the morning ballet—breakfast at 7:32, shower at 7:38—isn’t the fact of life it used to be. Probably the best thing about working at home.
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Back in the VERY early 60’s I worked for Fleeman Flying Services there at the Monroe airport.
We had a lot of the old airshow people that based out of there, flew old bi-planes, some truly antique marvels still in air. We had wing walkers and any number old crazies who hung around. I was hanging out with some of the young instructors as well as the kind of rich southern boys who owned their own planes in those days. We’d take off and fly to lord knows where just for the fun, like kids cruise in cars.
And yes, before anyone mentions it, I did and have done a lot of stuff in my life. I cannot complain that I had a boring time here on earth!
Love, Jackie Monies
Ghost, I don’t have to worry. Not only do I not carry a pager (use my iphone) but my bra pretty much covers anything a man might be interested,in, unless he has a thing for clavicles 😛
Blessings be upon all of you who are battling disease or whose loved ones are doing so. I’m thankful my diabetes is so well-controlled and has been ever since diagnosis in ’01. My sister has just completed her third bout/treatment for breast cancer, we trust successfully…and is also thankful. Facing serious illness or death is when one truly appreciates having a firm foundation in faith, so both of us thank our parents for that foundation.
It was 34 years ago last month that I heard a physician give me “the word” about my having cancer. I recall only some of his phrases such as “wasn’t in the cut end of the growth” and “never seen this in someone so young”. One does not forget such an instance easily.
Shortly after, I changed colleges and had a visit from a local man trying to sell life insurance to the new hires. For once, I welcomed such an agent! I told him I had cancer and dared him to find me a decent life insurance policy. He did find me one which seemed OK, and I signed on.
On a less serious, but very inconvenient note, a good friend was walking in a parking garage a few weeks back and stepped off a curb (purposely, not accidentally). Result was a compound fracture , both tibia and fibula, multiple pieces each, in her left leg. She’ll be in a wheelchair for a good part of 2 or 3 months, assuming current rehab goes as planned. It’ll be longer otherwise.
It bothers me not a whit if you don’t like Garrison Keillor. How boring it would be if we all liked the same things!
But a quote from him hit me, “When I was twenty and thinking of myself as a poet and genius, I thought I would die young and become immortal like Buddy Holly. People would place bouquets on my grave and think, what a shame that he was cut down before he could tame all of that raw talent……….And suddenly you’re in you sixties and you become eminent and learn to harrumph. And then seventy, Ah, seventy. The dirt road of longevity stretches out before me, and I’m enjoying the view.”
First part opening, last part closing. In between is all the living.
Love, Jackie Monies
“When I was one and twenty,
I heard a wise man say,
‘Give crowns and pounds and pennies,But not your heart away,
Give pearls away and rubies, but keep your fancy free.’
But I was one and twenty,
No use to talk to me.
When I was one and twenty,
I heard him say again,
‘The heart out of the bosom
Is never given in vain.
It’s paid in sighs aplenty,
And bought with endless rue.’
Now I am two and twenty,
And, oh, ’tis true, tis true.
“When I was one and twenty,
I heard a wise man say,
‘Give crowns and pounds and pennies,But not your heart away,
Give pearls away and rubies, but keep your fancy free.’
But I was one and twenty,
No use to talk to me.
When I was one and twenty,
I heard him say again,
‘The heart out of the bosom
Is never given in vain.
It’s paid in sighs aplenty,
And bought with endless rue.’
Now I am two and twenty,
And, oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.
-A.E. Houseman
Sorry about the double post, it posted when I hit “Tab” 🙁
Dang, Lily, how’d you know I have a clavicle fetish? 😉 (At least that’s what Mindy would say, if Mindy were saying anything these days.)
Good for you, Chris. It’s a worthy organization. I had to drop out due to pressing business needs, and by the time I was able to participate again a couple of years later, the local squadron had merged with one in another city.
Jackie, I once flew almost 400 miles and landed at Houston Hobby to have a hamburger. It was when I was training for my multiengine rating, in an Aztec. Unfortunately, I wasn’t one of those “rich southern boys”…Uncle Sugar was picking up the tab as part of my GI educational benefits. 🙂
And you remind me of a lady I met last year. After I got to know her a bit, I told her she must have a very short bucket list, because she seemed to have already done most everything.
Lily:
‘my bra pretty much covers anything a man might be interested in, unless he has a thing for clavicles.’
I don’t know about clavicles, but Katisha, an old bat in Gilbert & Sullivan’s ‘The Mikado’ [she happens to be the Emperor’s daughter-in-law elect] claims she has an exquisite shoulder blade [scapula] which is on view once a week for an hour or two. I cannot find the exact quote, but it’s in there some place. It is never exposed in the opera.
I wear a sports bra to work. It is very comforting when you have to do all sorts of things to critically ill patient in the ER. In addition, in the winter I wear a turtleneck and in all but the hottest months, a round-neck white tee. It gives you a finished look. But you don’t look very finished when you have sweated through your scrubs.
Actually I like A.E. Houseman and that poem, Lily.
Ghost, I was a WWII “war orphan” and Uncle Sam took care of me until I married. I found out about the flight school benefits through my own VA benefits and applied. Again, I was crushed to learn they were open only to MALE beneficiaries. So, I was turned down but I got in about half the flight time for single engine.
My youngest daughter tried to get into flight training at Texas A and M to find out she was too short at 4 foot 10 inches. Her husband keeps pointing out to her that if she were a few inches shorter she’d have to ride in the back seat in a child’s security car seat under the Illinois laws.
My father flew for England and America during WWII as reconnaissance spy plane pilot, then was shot down by British planes in friendly fire while filming for battle of Monte Casino, an event I learned of 20 years ago when records were opened. So, maybe I got a few of his DNA chips applying to flight?
Love, Jackie Monies
I work (writing) from home. I even have an office, carved out of an extra bedroom of which we have many. The biggest problem about working from home is that there is a sign outside my office (though I have never seen it) that says, “Man available for odd jobs – inquire within”.
By the way, Jackie, when is your autobiography coming out? 🙂
GR6 mentioning Hobby Airport, remember that sounds funny to a lot of people, sure there’s Rice University and a Brown Convention Center, but then there’s the Memorial Shopping Center, people must think like what the heck is that? the tomb of the unknown shopper? … … … … ..
Jackie – I meant to give a shout out to you days ago when you posted about your husband, but I always get to the comments late, so didn’t want to backtrack
I also offer prayers to your wife, John, from a survivor of the beast that eats lives.
Ghost, I would have to change some names to protect the guilty/and or innocent.
You honestly would never believe some of the things I have survived. Reality shows like “Survivor” are so lame. They should try real life and see who survives?
Love, Jackie Monies
Jackie, change all the names you’d like, just don’t (based on the “teasers” you’ve already given us) dare leave out any of the events. 😉
Many hugs, get well wishes, words of encouragement, and whatever else I can give to those that need it.
And is it just me, or has Arlo unwittingly triggered Janis’s own mid-life crisis?
Mindy, I agree with you. My mom was/is always saying “Old age is creeping up on me/you”
Her baby sister, aged 87, would always say “Shut up about old age/death. I’m not old.” I would be with Janis probably twenty years ago but at 70 I am more with Arlo on the acceptance part, given the circumstances.
Love, Jackie Monies
Perhaps, Lady Mindy. But if men buy sports cars when they have mid-life crises, what do women do? I’m serious about that, as I have a female friend I suspect may be having one.
Depends on the woman. And that way, there be dragons; remember, “Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons; for you are small, crunchy, and taste good with ketchup.”
So, I should stay out of her way, lest I be devoured? As I think about it, that’s probably pretty good advice.
Someone recently gave me an old but perfectly serviceable public service radio scanner, and I decided to repurpose it as a VHF aviation radio scanner. So over the weekend I programmed in all the ARTCC, Approach/Departure, Control Tower and Unicom/Multicom frequencies for this area, and it works like a charm.
I then discovered the (free) FlightAware app for my smart phone which allows me to track the position, altitude and speed of flights being worked by ATC facilities. I can also enter the call signs for aircraft I hear on the scanner and get their types and points of departure and destination. For instance, a little while ago, a Cessna 182 Skylane passed overhead at 5500 feet, bound for Gulf Shores AL. I wish I were flying that one.
I’m sure this all sounds about as exciting as Train Spotting to most of you, but for an old pilot (or, I hope, for a kid interested in aviation), it’s kind of fun.
Ghost, they do the same thing sometimes. Well, I did. Red to go with the Texas bleached blonde look. That was almost as far as it went but the attention was ego building I guess.
Love, Jackie Monies
Ghost – Trust me on this. 🙂