Well, I'm momentarily back in the blog world. It seems like I just completely quit when the school year starts and then start up again as the second semester of the school year enters its second half. This year I actually wrote a few posts but decided not to put them up because of their negative slant--kind of like the maxim, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." I've had plenty to be grateful for, but as I imagine most everyone can relate, sometimes the negative seems more prevalent.
Anyway, yesterday I was able to relax a little and go with my family to the Aerospace and Arizona Days air show at the Davis-Monthan Air Force Base. Somehow we missed it the first year that we were here, and they haven't had the show for a couple of years, so when we heard that they were going to do it this year, we packed the van and drove to the base. It was interesting to observe the behavior of the different military personnel. Some of those who helped direct the parking were prone to treat everyone like animals (or military personnel of an inferior rank), tersely shouting out orders; while most those who gave tours of the aircraft were very congenial and informative.
Our kids survived nearly four hours out in the sun as we went to the different aircraft parked on the tarmac and watched the different aircraft stunts and maneuvers.
Here Gabs gets to try on an oxygen mask.
Erik loved climbing all over the aircraft and trying to press buttons.
These were some of my favorite planes. Unfortunately, I didn't get any pictures of the simulated bombings done with the A-10 Thunderbolt II, the upper plane.
We were about to head home after a short lull in the program, but we were glad we stayed a little longer. We really enjoyed the precision, speed, and sound of the F-16s.
In one of my sister's blogs, we learned that earplugs/hearing protection is advisable with these birds. It was helpful on a few of their passes, but most of the time they didn't come too close.
After a long day in the sun, Erik was ready for a nap. A thorn punctured one of the stroller wheels, so our trip back to the vehicle felt longer than it should have.
As for pictures of myself at the show, I'll spare you! Debs thought I looked like Papa Bear in the Berenstain Bears books.