Flying High, Helmet Mixup, Smooches

All politics aside, the airshow and static displays at the Yuma Marine base was awe-inspiring, stirring and a very enjoyable day.

At left, you will see DB, in a 'former life' an aircraft mechanic in the Canadian Armed Forces, minutely inspecting the inner workings of what, to me, is simply a mess of wires.





A Mechanic in Love

The day was perfect with clear skies, blessedly calm winds, temps is the mid 70'sF (25C). My particular favorite flight demonstration was the salute to all the men and women of the allied Armed Forces in all conflicts, particularly those who made the ultimate sacrifice, with the mighty F16 of today and the popular, effective World War 2 P51 Mustang flying together in a large circle overhead.


Stirring Salute

Oh, and for us ladies, the display of testosterone and eye candy was impressive! OK, that's sexist and I don't care.

The hit of the day for the Marines on parking detail was the Smart Car! We're about ready to print up an information sheet and just pass them out! Everywhere we go we are asked the same questions and even caught a guy in his pickup truck taking a picture with his phone!


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I hate sweating! Most forms of exercise make me sweat! Therefore I hate exercising! Well, at least I'm truthful.
But I DO exercise because something I dislike even more is growing old being ill and decrepit. THUS, we now have bicycles. In the background you will see the 'preferred' mode of biking and when DB says let's go for a 'bike' ride I plop on the appropriate headgear. Seems DB got confused too seeing as his is on backwards.

Right Bikes, Wrong Hats

I think the last time I rode a bike I was about 12. Yes, it's correct that the old saying 'it's like riding a bike, you never forget how' is true. What's more true is if you have legs about as long as a Daschund (me), it's a Boy Bike (that dratted bar!), and you are wearing thongs (the shoes, not the underwear) it's not the riding that's the problem, it's the mount and dismount!

Result? Yup, I fell off the bike. To add insult to injury (a skinned elbow and a black-bruised knee), I wasn't even riding it, just trying to get on! Did I care about my knee and my elbow? No, I was more concerned that someone other than DB at my side had witnessed my elimination from the Olympic Games.

DB, who can't stand to see me hurt, wanted to 'fix it' by running right out and buying me a 'girl bike' (bless his heart), but my response was, "You know that I allow very little to defeat me in life, and falling off has just hardened my resolve to master this". So I'm in the process of 'mastering'. Maybe it's the headgear?

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Thought you might like to meet Yilka (pronounced Jill-Kah) Gomez, my Panamanian-working-in-Mexico dentist. Nice teeth, hay!!

So many of her patients live in our RV park that she was invited to dinner and we all went over for appies and a hug 'till next season.


I looooove this lady. She saved me many thousands of dollars and did excellent work. We even experienced an earthquake together (see recent post) so we are forever bonded.
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DB, ever the romantic, did the Valentine thing. Meet "Smoochie" before and after he got his kiss!




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