Friday, April 17, 2015

Good Golly

life sure gets busy.  Especially with a five-year-old.  Well, now she's five-and-a-half.  We had to do the grown-up thing and sign her up for kindergarten.  I still can't believe we're parents, and now we have to do that grown-up thing and be parents of a school-age child?  This is crazy.  This week we actually went and signed her up for duel-language.  Spanish and English taught concurrently.  It's a great program.  And, if we're being honest, it might be the only thing that gives the teachers a fighting chance with this kid!  She is uber-intelligent and incredibly social.  If we unleashed THAT on a normal kindergarten room, who knows what kind of trouble could happen!


I celebrated my birthday at the end of March.  It was a quiet affair where we found ourselves at an air museum.  I know.  Surprise!  I wish we had more air museums closer.  Instead we have McAllister...here in Yakima.  They try.  The closest things they have to an actual fighter is the canopy from a T-33, and let me tell you: that's a trainer.  Oh, the also have one of the main gear from a B-1.  I don't even know how they got that.  They recently built an addition to house the Yakima Clipper...a glider built in the late 20s by Charlie himself.  It almost beat the world record for time aloft...but then the wind died. and so did hopes for a world record.  So, yeah.  We'll have THAT...but still nothing from WWII.  So, for my aircraft fix I still have to travel to Western Washington.  And for an F-105 I'll have to go to Spokane and HOPE they'll allow me on base to drool at their Thud.  Not even sure they let people on base for that.


Still.  Spring is here and the temperatures are turning up...not that it's much different from February this year...warm temperatures have been a theme lately.  I think the whole "Global Warming" thing might be a fact, no matter what people say.  Still, if we can get enough water this year, it should be a boon for my plants.

Chloe is all girl...she likes princesses and brides and dolls and flowers...and brides.

I guess that's all I have time for today...happy SPRING!!

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Just Another Day

This week I subbed for a gentleman who ended up losing his mother.  I was very sorry about that.  On the bright side, for me, I got to sub during conferences...which meant being paid for a full day but only working a little over a half.  I was quite happy with the result.

Friday was SO nice I decided to go for a drive.  This is the result.
 The other day we noticed that Chloe has grown quite a bit and has outgrown her bicycle.  We decided to go shopping and see if a bigger bike was right for her...we ended up buying one...WOW! What a deal!!  It was slightly used and about 25% the price of a new one!
After we got home and gave her a chance to ride her new bike, Chloe had a birthday party to attend...it was great being able to talk to Cora without the usual interruptions...

Chloe came home somewhat hyped up on sugar and visiting with friends

It was a good day.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Four Years.

 It has been four years since our first day in China.  These may be the last decent pictures from those days that you haven't seen.


















 Mr. Chin, get your ass back in the truck!

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Beautiful Dreamer.

There are days when I wonder just how my daughter even relates to me.  Sometimes I'm not even sure she hears me.  She can be snotty and rude.  Most people just see the angelic side.  Then there are moments when she just shows she has accepted me as her own.  She is the best.  I am forever in love.  Tonight she fell asleep on the couch.  It was Cora's night.  We let her sleep.  Then I gently lifted her up to take her to her room.  Cora had agreed to take her pillow.  I lifted her and in her sleep she adjusted herself, climbed up my frame to be comfortable.  I delivered her to her room and instructed her mom to turn her pillow to he correct side.  Then I lay her dawn and she went instantly to sleep.

She is a beautiful thing.  I love her.  Always.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Christmas 2014

 Cora caught the flu on Christmas Eve and we spent  miserable next 6 to 7 days recovering.  Both Cora and i had Tamiful, which we now both sware by.






 We managed to visit Grabdma L, before the onset of the Flu.  She gave Chloe a Barbie, something Chloe has "wanted all her life."  It was quite cute.
What now?  2014 leaves us and 2015 begins.  Just a few minutes is all.  I had a pretty good year, but then November came and I got sick.  I never stopped being sick.  I continue to have some sort of cough, but I amd certain 2015 will be much better!  Happy New Year, from my family to yours!!!

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Orion and Saturn V

So, for the second time, I visited the doctor on Monday.  She said I have Pneumonia.  She could plainly hear it in my right lung.  She gave me a new anti-biotic and an update to my blood pressure meds, which I also recently began.  So, I was pretty miserable during the Thanksgiving holiday.  Because of that and a recent surgery for my Mom's back and my sister and her family being sick, we just did not have a Thanksgiving with my family this year.  Yea sickies.

I took Wednesday off, though the doc suggested i should take two days off.  I'd already signed someone up to sub for ( a new teacher at Moxee, 3rd grade).  I wasn't feeling THAT horrible, and besides, I'd push myself if I stayed home, might as well get paid and do little.

I worked today, too.  I was science at Wapato High.  Mr. F, who was a sub back when and is now a permanent teacher and prefers me to sub for him rather than anyone else.  Makes me chipper when he sends a text in the morning and asks if I can sub, when I say, no, I'm already working for so-and-so, then i show up and see him there.  He obviously likes the way I do things...or maybe I'm just the only sub who's phone number he has...either way...I'm special, dammit.

So, I have this cough I can't seem, to get rid of.  Two or three times a day it drives me to full-blown hacking, gagging, and throwing up.  It's just so...fun.  Right up there with thrusting your hand into a bag of vipers.  Yeah, JOY!

So, I woke up at 4:30 this morning and I could feel the familiar rattle in my chest that foretells a coughing fit.  I gently got out of bed and hastened to the nearest bathroom to commence my calisthenics of heaving and gagging and coughing and getting a tenth of what the effort should get out of my lungs.  My ribs feel like I got hugged by an over-zealous grizzly that was overweight and likes to squeeze the life out of things.  They feel bruised, dammit.  My ribs feel bruised.  It hurts to sit, it hurts to stand, it hurts to sag and it hurts to stand straight.  I hurt.

So, since i awoke at such a time, I began to think perhaps I might witness the launch of the Orion Space Capsule intended for the coming Mars missions.  So, rather than retire to my bed sweating and out of breath, I went to my chair and ;looked up the NASA site.  I watched and at three minutes and five seconds the bastards said, "Hold, Hold, Hold."  And then they proceeded to try to fix a problem.  One was related to wind, and another was due to the drain valves for the fuel.  They only hand an hour and 45 minute launch window. When it got too late they finally said "Scrub!"   So they scrubbed the mission for today.  They plan on trying again tomorrow.  We will have to see if I can peel my eyelids open at the same time again.  

So, that got me thinking about rocket engines.  How to they get those liquid fueled engines to pump all that fuel through them?  I looked it up and read an entire article about the F-1 engine of the Apollo Saturn V.  I'd covered 3/4 of the article with no apparent source of energy necessary to pump 24,000 gallons per minute of liquid oxygen through the engine when I thought to ask the scholars with whom I have taught these past few years.  So, during my lunch I embarked on my mission.

The physics teacher thought it must be an electric driven motor.  Then Engineering teacher thought it must be something to do with gravity,  Having not reached a reasonable conclusion, and obviously no one else had ever had my question, I returned to said article.  A page or so down I found my answer.

A small turbine burned the fuel and oxidizer from the rocket to turn a turbine that in turn turned the pumps that, at peak force, delivered 15,000 gallons per minute of kerosene and 24,000 gallons per minute of LOX to the combustion chamber.  The exhaust gasses from this turbine were only about 1200 degrees F, and so were vented on the inside of the thrust chamber.  This created a boundary layer between the 5000 degree combustion chamber and the thrust bell housing.  To be sure i was doubtful that an electric motor could deliver such numbers, but I was happy that I figured it out myself.

All-in-all, the design was both delightfully simply and completely complex!    

Well, it is late, and I have battled thee cough demons and am ready to rest.  Tomorrow I teach math.