Whistle a little tune...
Recently, things have returned well and truly back to the grind, the weather has become alarmingly summer-like, and the water in the Bay is very nice. The evenings and nights are a little balmy, occasionally a lot balmy when the days are hot.At work, I've finished revisions on the second draft of what may one day be a published paper, have just barely started preparing a poster for a course in isotopes I'm attending in Canberra at the end of January, ready to run through a practice talk for some Grade 9/10 kiddies at university this week for the "Siemens Science Experience", etc., etc...
Anyway, with three or four 40 degree days in the last week, I've gone to the beach a few times and worked on my tan, which for a Canadian in Australia, requires about two 1 hour sessions.
Charlie has been luxuriating in his low-stress life as a cat. He likes getting up at 0530 whether you want to get up or not, though, which is a bit of a problem. Now for first time on Blogger, I introduce you to HRH King Charles I, Duke of Carnegie, or as we like to call him, "Charlie", "goof ball", "fluffy", "his nibs", "chief", "damned fool" - especially at 0530, etc.
I've been carrying on with wonderful flying, though I haven't spread my cross-country wings very much. I've been playing a bit of 'musical Texans' lately as there are now two on line at Sunbury: one with the sweet EFIS system in it and one with the standard instrument layout. A few weeks ago there was a Storch hereabout, which is somewhat like the Texan, but a high wing. I went for a rip with Rod and I was honestly expecting the airplane to be just that, a Texan with a high wing, but the Storch is its own airplane. Funny instrument panels in these ultralights, but c'est la vie en volant (someone will have to tell me if that's proper French) - check out the photo gallery on the website. It was cool to fly an airplane with only 10 hours on it, though. Smells like new car, except that it's new airplane. This is a photo just before I started getting my butt kicked by turbulence on the lee side (I know, it's my own darn fault) of Mt Macedon last weekend...
G'Day mates...
Charlie has been luxuriating in his low-stress life as a cat. He likes getting up at 0530 whether you want to get up or not, though, which is a bit of a problem. Now for first time on Blogger, I introduce you to HRH King Charles I, Duke of Carnegie, or as we like to call him, "Charlie", "goof ball", "fluffy", "his nibs", "chief", "damned fool" - especially at 0530, etc.I've been carrying on with wonderful flying, though I haven't spread my cross-country wings very much. I've been playing a bit of 'musical Texans' lately as there are now two on line at Sunbury: one with the sweet EFIS system in it and one with the standard instrument layout. A few weeks ago there was a Storch hereabout, which is somewhat like the Texan, but a high wing. I went for a rip with Rod and I was honestly expecting the airplane to be just that, a Texan with a high wing, but the Storch is its own airplane. Funny instrument panels in these ultralights, but c'est la vie en volant (someone will have to tell me if that's proper French) - check out the photo gallery on the website. It was cool to fly an airplane with only 10 hours on it, though. Smells like new car, except that it's new airplane. This is a photo just before I started getting my butt kicked by turbulence on the lee side (I know, it's my own darn fault) of Mt Macedon last weekend...
G'Day mates...
posted by Kyle @ 20:47
3 Comments:
You know the rule Kyle. Charlie runs the house and we are just lucky enough that he lets us live there. LOL.
Weather heating up again this week. More evening beach time maybe required. You will be a bronzed full fledged Aussie in no time! Already the Canadian accent is starting to slip as you are picking up the Aussie slang words. LOL.
Georgina
PS: Like a tiger (sorry everyone household in joke)
Turbulence like that can only mean one thing. You need a glider to go and play in it :P
Cheers, Bender
Nice to meet his royal highness. How is it that 'his nibs' is not an uncommon nickname for cats, or pets in general? What on earth does it mean?
Glad you're having fun flying. I'm only flying in my dreams. The other night I was flying some sort of space ship with my Dad. Totally weird, but very real.
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