Ground hog day!
Day 29. 20/July/2014 Ground hog day! Day score 1.
One of my favourite films is Ground Hog Day, where the main protagonist, what ever he does during the day, be it good or bad, whenever he falls asleep, when he wakes up, it’s the same day time and time again! For the film. it just happens to coincide with a special Ground Hog Day in the town, where the dignitaries use the Ground Hog’s behaviour to predict the weather fortunes of the town for the year. Well I have my very own Weather Hog Day. Whatever the weather, may it be forecast sunny or rainy, whether it brakes into a sunny gorgeous evening where everyone goes flying except me, or it being foggy, whatever… When I wake up on that sofa, about 7am so that no one arrives early and sees me sleeping on the sofa, even though Gummy is still cool with it, whenever I wake and open my eyes, it is chucking it down…
Today was no different. I was optimistic about flying the coast today, but the weather has all turned into a bag of worms over night.
I fueled up the plane with Thurther’s help though when it finally stopped raining.
The rest of the day was trying to plan more and to catch up with the diary. Except whenever I look at the keyboard, because I have to go to bed late when everyone leaves but get up early and on top of my long term fatigue. I’m feeling no better.
The weather site that Bjarki showed me has some other interesting pages. It is an Icelandic weather Bureau site but it also includes seismology for earthquake activity. There are amazingly about 10 a day, only 2 to 3 in magnitude, but still. It also includes volcanic activity and every conceivable map of forecasts and predictions of sea temp, air pressure, cloud cover… Too much information really.
Thought for the day: I keep meeting some great people though. Artle, Darti Kristion, all pilots in training or airline pilots. None of those names are correct. Again I don’t have the correct keys on the keyboard to write them down, that’s if I could spell them, I can’t pronounce them so what hope. So my poor little brain is torn. I’m having a great time, but in the back of my mind is this ticking clock. Tomorrow it is one week to Oshkosh and I’m not half way there. I’m going to miss the start for sure, if not all of it. And Oshkosh is the reason I am putting my plane at risk as well as me. I’ll hopefully be rescued. The plane never will be.