I feel sorry for that astronaut girl, things are looking really bad for her. She’s got some big time premeditation and preparation to account for.

Let me get it straight, she found out the other girl was flying to Orlando, so she got in her car, and made it there as fast as the plane?

Anyway, she’s probably sitting in jail thinking, “Oboy, I fucked up. How could I ever have thought like I was thinking to get me here? My problems were small and my life was great until yesterday. What was I thinking?” It’s a hard lesson in perspective.

Before it all started, she was probably spending a lot of time alone, delving deeper and deeper into bad reasoning and insanity. Insanity which she came out of when she got arrested.

When I joined the Navy (in 1979) I went to boot camp at North Chicago. There was a guy in my boot camp company from a town about 3 miles away. I was a big doper in those days, and two Saturday nights in a row, he and I and one other guy snuck out at night, climbed the fence, and met some of his friends and partied. The second Saturday, we got a quarter pound of marijuana and hid it off base under some railroad tracks, saving it for when we got out of boot camp. Later, someone found some pot in the bathroom, and although it wasn’t ours (I don’t think), there was a big investigation and many people told NIS about us climbing the fence, and coming back drunk. We got busted big time. I thought my life was ruined. I thought I was going to get kicked out of the Navy. I don’t know why I didn’t. Any time sooner or later, I would have. I rekkon the military was swinging between Viet Nam rules and the “Zero Tolerance” policy that came out soon after we got busted.
Fresh out of high school and busted in the Navy. I thought I failed my whole life instantly, barely after I left my parents and got on my own, I ruined everything. What a fuckup I was. The shame.

I spent 17 weeks in an 8 week boot camp, and I know someone, somewhere, saved my ass from The Big Chicken Dinner, The BCD, Bad Conduct Discharge.

Anyway, I bet the astronaut girl feels like I felt.
End of the world.
Except for her, it probably is.

Another time, I was about 3 years old, I peed in the neighbors carpark, on thier steps. At the time, it seemed like a really good idea, I could save myself a trip inside the house, I could blame it on the dog. Nobody’d think it was me! When they said the dog ran away weeks ago, I remember thinking hmmmmm, I haven’t seen that dog in a long time. . . . Same thing. . . .
Doomsday.
Ruination.
I had to scrub their stairs with a brush and a bucket of soapy water.

Yesterday I climbed the tower to hang a spare antenna. I got blisters on the palms of both hands and it doesn’t look too bad, but it stings!

I have a broadcast tonight so today is a split shift. I need some beach time!

I’m kind of sad today because the OI Girl has been gone a month. Four Tuesdays. What am I going to do if her work permit is denied?

I was sound asleep last night when I was awakened by a loud knocking on the door. It was a fellow employee, telling me we were off the air. It was a little before midnight. Everyone had been trying to call but I didn’t hear my phone at all. I got up and dressed, put the dog in the car, went to work, got my tools and keys, and went to the transmitter site. I have a weird problem, I think it’s an intermittent relay. It was easy to fix, but the difficulty lays in finding the cause. I replaced the relay and if it screws up again, I’ll replace the other one. My dog hates the transmitter room.
Anyway, I got home after one AM and listened to some shortwave for a while and went to sleep. Now I am awake and drinking coffee but haven’t studied. And it’s hard to study because my schedule says now is not the time for studying.
Today I wanted to go to the beach but it’s cloudy.

It’s called the Moon!
Name that tune!
I took this picture last night, I found that the lens of my little Canon Camera fits neatly in the eyepiece of my binoculars. It was a very beautiful, perfect full moon.

Yesterday, I was driving home around sunset, after working the split shift. I considered stopping to swim the half mile, but didn’t because it was almost dark.
I should have.
When I got home, there was this “dude” in our apartment parking lot. He had one of those little mini racer cars with the ghetto-blaster-super-stereo. I really didn’t think much of it, he didn’t seem to be doing anything wrong, except for annoying too-loud music.
I went in, and put the dawg on his leash for a walk. When we came out two minutes later, the “dude” was walking towards my neighbors apartment, with my neighbor who had pulled up while I was inside. My dog and I walked past the “dude” and my neighbor like normal, but as soon as we were passed, my dog did a quick U turn and bit the “dude” in the back of the leg, at the bottom of his calf.
I couldn’t believe it! I said my dogs name in such a way that he went over on his back, feet up, as passive as a dog can get. I hit my dog and yelled at him. Then I apologized to the “dude” and made sure he was OK. Then I yanked the dog back inside and kicked him in the butt when he hesitated going through the door. First time I ever kicked my dog. I was so mad and the dog was so scared he peed on the floor, another first time.
It didn’t really hurt the guy, it didn’t break the skin or make him bleed. I guess my dog was watching him from the window before I arrived and didn’t like him or the music.
Now what? I can’t trust my dog any more?
If I had stopped for that swim, it wouldn’t have happened.