Or not. I have done that a few times in my dreams. I have bizarre dreams. In one of them, I was kayaking to *high school* — yes, I was back in high school — across Fin Family Moominbeach bay, through slush. My “high school” was on Cedar Point. I did not have to kayak all the way to Sault Ste. Siberia. I guess that dream was a composite of some of my usual haunts, which primarily involve bizarre shoreline changes and real-estate developers with a few traveling-type nightmares and some ghosts thrown in. I actually had a *good* dream last night, something about receiving $10,000 from our house insurance company to redo the kitchen and being able to use $9000 of it free and clear, no strings attached. Yeah KW. In your dreams. Sheesh, where’d that come from?

I don’t commute by kayak though. I commute by Honda Express. I was ready for today to end. I spent the entire day perusing a bazillion-page document that directly affects my own upcoming bazillion page document and it was interesting for about five hours and then… Not really the best thing for a Friday afternoon. But that isn’t interesting enough to blahg about. And then I got home and the A2 Snooze had all kinds of things in it that I thought were interesting: PiHi students getting suspended for publishing a satiric newspaper, autistic kids (anywhere) being put in time-out rooms (read: closets) for “misbehavior”, and the MEAP test, and I fergit what else, which is probably a good thing. I have opinions about those things but I don’t have a whole lot of experience or expertise, so I think I will siddown, shaddup, and read (write?) for the time being.

But my commute home today was gorgeous. I drive by our little airport every day and I am fascinated by watching its traffic. Yeah, I know, it doesn’t take much. Our airport accommodates a lot of light planes and the occasional charter jet. Sometimes there’s a helicopter or a blimp. I know very little about flying planes but I did fly with my dad a lot when I was a kid, so I am aware that planes are directed to take off and land in different directions or on different runways. Wind direction and what not. Today was a red-letter day! On my commute home, I watched a beautiful charter-type jet land and several prop planes of various sizes take off. I even rolled my window down so I could hear the sound of the jet taxi-ing (whoooooosh) and the smaller planes taking off.

I did *not* take this photo while driving by the A2 airport. When I drive by the airport, I am usually in stop-and-go traffic and if I started taking pictures, I might rear-end someone. Not a good thing. I took the pic up on Fin Family Moominbeach back in September. I *think* it is one of those fire-fighting planes. Not sure. Ontario anyway. Update: I was right (of course!) but I was too lazy to look it up. But the ever inquisitive Dogmomster was channeling the Engineer, so she did and it is indeed a firefighting plane. They sometimes practice in the upper St. Mary’s and this one was shooting landings but not scooping water, at least not that I saw.

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