A nice Sunday

I took the first refresher flight today in preparation for my medical check ride and biannual flight review. It didn't go too badly other than the landing, which due to my being rusty and a wicked crosswind, didn't come off as I'd have liked, even if the instructor pilot riding with me was too tactful to say much about it. I've got to learn to get that prosthetic foot back up on the brake part of the rudder pedal BEFORE coming in for the flare. Everything else was good though. Just like riding a bike--it comes back after a few minutes.

Next week we work at it some more.

And while I was out, the bolt to that Smith Corona 1903A3 rifle baked in the oven at 200 degrees for a while. Sure enough, a fair bit of cosmoline grease dripped out. That ought to make quite a difference next match. Now maybe when I pull the trigger, the rounds will actually fire consistently.

Now it's growing dark. Lagniappe is on the deck, howling. That usually means fire trucks down on the main road. That's never good. I cannot hear the sirens unless I go outside and listen carefully, but he always hears them and responds by singing along.

Yeah, it's cute and even funny, unless he decides to do it at 2AM when you're trying to sleep. Arrrrooooooooo...Shut UP! (whack!) YELP!