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Taking it easy...
Dec. 2nd, 2011 08:36 pmI woke up at around 3:30 am, and try as I might, I could not drift off again, so at a few minutes before 5, I got out of the rack and sat down to finish the last outstanding items on my plate.
They went out the pipe this morning, along with one major invoice, and I'm not too broken up over not having anything to work on immediately-right-now. <grin>
Galina and I took the opportunity to go check out the Costco just down the road from Garden City, where she was interested in picking up some gluten-free foods. It turns out such items are scattered throughout the store, and you basically have to keep your eye out, or else you might miss, for example, the boxes of quinoa that are piled up next to the spaghetti sauce.
We stopped to grab a hot dog and a soda apiece on the way out of the place, and a fellow came up to our cramped little table to give me some change that I had dropped as I left the cashier's counter. He came back a few moments later with mustard on his hot dog, and I made a point of thanking him a second time for his courtesy. A conversation ensued, and it turned out this fellow pilots Boeing 767's for a living.
Out of curiosity, I asked him if he had any time in Airbus aircraft, whereupon a fairly interesting conversation ensued, which touched on various issues, especially after I mentioned Air France 447, which crashed into the Atlantic a couple of years ago while flying from Argentina to France.
I mean, it was as if I had turned a switch, and we had a very lengthly and interesting conversation on a number of topics, including pilot training and experience (and lack thereof), specifications for flight hardware, and the design philosophy behind allowing a computer to play a much greater role in flying aircraft than as simply a resource for the pilot to use. (Bottom line: This fellow is not a fan of Airbus airplanes.)
Dinner was a portion of spaghetti squash (I tried to "herb it up," but it still needs some salt, methinks) and half a small, home-made olive-oil-and-pesto pizza with fresh mozzarella and sliced mushrooms. (Galina got the other half, natch.)
And now, I'm going to go back to taking it easy...
Cheers...
They went out the pipe this morning, along with one major invoice, and I'm not too broken up over not having anything to work on immediately-right-now. <grin>
Galina and I took the opportunity to go check out the Costco just down the road from Garden City, where she was interested in picking up some gluten-free foods. It turns out such items are scattered throughout the store, and you basically have to keep your eye out, or else you might miss, for example, the boxes of quinoa that are piled up next to the spaghetti sauce.
We stopped to grab a hot dog and a soda apiece on the way out of the place, and a fellow came up to our cramped little table to give me some change that I had dropped as I left the cashier's counter. He came back a few moments later with mustard on his hot dog, and I made a point of thanking him a second time for his courtesy. A conversation ensued, and it turned out this fellow pilots Boeing 767's for a living.
Out of curiosity, I asked him if he had any time in Airbus aircraft, whereupon a fairly interesting conversation ensued, which touched on various issues, especially after I mentioned Air France 447, which crashed into the Atlantic a couple of years ago while flying from Argentina to France.
I mean, it was as if I had turned a switch, and we had a very lengthly and interesting conversation on a number of topics, including pilot training and experience (and lack thereof), specifications for flight hardware, and the design philosophy behind allowing a computer to play a much greater role in flying aircraft than as simply a resource for the pilot to use. (Bottom line: This fellow is not a fan of Airbus airplanes.)
Dinner was a portion of spaghetti squash (I tried to "herb it up," but it still needs some salt, methinks) and half a small, home-made olive-oil-and-pesto pizza with fresh mozzarella and sliced mushrooms. (Galina got the other half, natch.)
And now, I'm going to go back to taking it easy...
Cheers...
