Relax.

It has been quite a week. A high point this week was when our new lounge chairs for the back patio were delivered. Don’t mind if I do.

Very Dark.

Flight instructor Prabesh and I flew from Ryan Airfield on the west side of Tucson to Glendale Municipal Airport outside of Phoenix and back in a Cessna 172. It was all part of my instrument training and for the most part I had a good time.

My eyesight is not what it used to be. It’s hard from me to admit this but when I have my FAA Medical Exam later this month I won’t be surprised if they tell me I have to always wear glasses when in the cockpit. I have the glasses and I wear them. It does make landing an airplane at night a little bit more of a challenge. No worries, they’ll be able to use the airplane again tomorrow.

Here’s a photo of Phoenix at night.

Hike.

I went hiking with our friend Matt on Saturday. We tackled a seven mile trail north of here, going through some beautiful landscape along the way. It was a great time and I look forward to going hiking with him and others again soon, at least before the weather gets too hot.

We’ve made some great friends here in Tucson. I’m happy to be able to spend time with them outside all year long.

Moonlight Feels Right.

Even though I spent more than decade spinning club music in various bars and worked in Top 40 radio for a good share of my life, I’ve found myself drifting toward Yacht Rock Radio during what I hope area my “middle aged years”. One of my favorite songs from the 1970s played a LOT during most of 1976. Here’s a 2013 live performance from Starbuck with their top five hit, “Moonlight Feels Right”.

The marimba solo sounds almost identical to the original back in the mid 1970s. The backing “whoo ooos” during the second half of each verse, which isn’t in the original track (that I can tell), is identical to what I would sing when jamming to this track in the car on a wonderful summer day.

This performance is quite impressive for a band performing the track nearly 40 years after the original release.

Caturday.

Truman and I occasionally have a moment. This is his way of showing his tenderness. He has no interest in human food, but he will join us at supper time by sitting on the window ledge behind my head while I eat my meal.

Dynasty! In Spaaaaaace!

The short lived “V:The Series” in 1984 rapidly turned from an allegoric sci-fi mini series about Nazi Germany to Dynasty on a a space ship. For some reason I thought of this series this morning. Here’s a clip of Alexis and Krystle Diana and Lydia and one of their cat fights.

A Day.

I stepped out on our roof to admire the moonless sky. The stars shine so brightly here in Tucson and I find it breathtaking.

At precisely 10:00 PM a recording of “taps” began playing through the neighborhood. I suspect it was coming from a home across the wash and on the next street over. It made me think of the destruction we have in our world today. It made me think of those that have fallen in the name of peace.

A solemn moment for the end of the day.