So we're all hunkering down in our corona cocoons until the monster moves on.
Life is changing by the minute ...
It's actually starting to look like not very much fun ...
Ummm ... bit dramatic, but hey, that's the back Sports page. How about - "What if my grandma dies?"
So, as we navigate this most insane of times we may pause to remember the words of the great prophets ... WTF?
My outback work has dried up for the time being ... and so it should. The last thing our favourite beds or watering holes in the bush need is a gang of city folk from Corona Central landing on their doorstep. Our next three months worth of trips have all been cancelled, so here comes some time on my hands. Standby for some new destinations on this site I've been meaning to add for months.
Just like my friend Judy here, in her happy place, what we have to remember is that, on a good day, there is nothing like the high that a great flight will leave you on. And, we need to have that to look forward to.
On the down side, it also takes a shitload of time, money, commitment and a cranial holocaust to get your licence, but let's not dwell on the negative stuff.
In my case, I reckon the theory took me double the time of anyone else in living history to get the hang of. I don’t know what it was about those text books, but they made me feel like I already should have known what a piston is. They bubble on about the forward component of lift like it’s a go-to topic over a sunset beverage. And you don't want to know what I used to think impulse coupling was.
The study of Aerodynamics offers another suicide-inducing highlight all on its own. Planes lift up beautifully, and when you've had enough, they land. Why do people have to make such a big deal about WHY stuff happens?
It’s pretty obvious that Messrs Bernoulli and Venturi had waaaay too much time on their hands. My life would be a lot simpler if they’d just kept their opinions to themselves.
Do you think corona cocooning is getting to me? I'm shutting up now.