Everyone, quick - go outside! It's summer...
click pic

Out-Republicaning the Republicans

I'm pretty much over Tom Friedman of the NYTimes. He wore out his welcome when he finally "got behind" the Iraq attack, saying that the world would indeed be a better place without Saddam. He may not have drunk the Koolaid, but some of it seems to have spilt onto his weenie at the picnic.

Today, though, he had a great line:

"Instead, Mr. Bush seems to be governing as though he were on a permanent campaign - much like Bill Clinton did. But Bill Clinton was on a permanent presidential campaign. Mr. Bush seems to be governing as if he were on a permanent primary campaign against John McCain in South Carolina."

W's become the little blinking light on the very tip of the right wing. Are people seeing this?

I love those drips of coffee that come off my lower lip and dry on the cup. (Yours, however, are disgusting.)
click pic

Much is Quite Enough

I know... stories of Chelan and pictures of my dog are only enough of enough. I need more.

I can tell you that, currently, these things fill up a lot of life. I flew today - just because it was 80 degrees, I was near the hangar, and I had a spare hour. So Sam and I flew for 35 minutes, out near Bremerton, over Hood Canal at 4,000 feet and did a few rolls, some chandelles.

Other than that, I spent a morning on the phone arranging real estate crap. Financing, insurance, stuff. And I mowed the lawn. How I detest mowing the lawn.

Soon will be stories of flights to Sun Valley and, uh, Pennsylvania. Other real estate in Canada, maybe, or just the San Juans. More flying will come, certainly. And I'll get creative and write more about monkeys pissing on cash registers. Eventually.

Bear with me.

This is the drive from the town of Chelan up-lake to the house. The raindrops in that shower were the size of Milk Duds.
click pic

...
click pic