So remember how I said there would be an announcement about Aunty Ida? Here we go! We’re going to launch a contest related to that slightly-off-balance scientist with a nifty prize. So come back next week for all of the details and to find out when, what, how to enter. Interest sufficiently piqued? I hope so!
Now to the blogging. I’ve written a lot about distractions, mainly because I’ve had a lot of distractions lately. There’s been drilling and hammering and concrete saws and other fun noise creators, but yesterday’s source of noise was just not something I could work around.
The Air & Water Show is back in town.
I don’t know if you have ever heard the sound of a F/A-18 Hornet (yes, I looked up the kind of plane the Blue Angels fly, because I had no idea besides them being blue and yellow and incredibly fast), much less the sound reverberating off of buildings as it flies what looks like 200 yards away, but it’s loud. Like “Oh look, my bones are rattling” loud.
Usually it starts with a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye, and then there’s the thunderous roar of the plane ripping through the air. The sound always comes after the plane is long gone.
I’ve tried working around noise, I’ve used headphones and earplugs. But the sight of these highly skilled pilots barreling past in finely-tuned feats of technology is not something I can ignore. No matter how I feel about their real purpose.
So I went outside to watch the practice. Sometimes the old adages say it best, even when it comes to distractions: if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.
Need something to read? Check out Her Cousin Much Removed, The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management and Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only) .