|My ladies, out on the town.|
A beautiful wife, a handsome son and two lovely daughters.
I have three incredible grandchildren.
My children all have someone in their lives who makes them happy.
Mustn't forget the cats. They are fine company, though they do get a bit pushy around meal times. It seems that they think I'm not that bright and if they don't constantly jump up on my desk and meow at me I might forget to feed them.
That has never happened. But they apparently worry that someday it might.
Right now, as has been the case for a couple of years, The Missus Herself is, what I like to call "forward deployed." Out there in the wilds of the San Joaquin Valley of California.
Since The WSO and her tribe were assigned to NAS Lemoore, The Missus Herself has spent a lot of time out there.
Seems that with a husband constantly flying (well, he is an instructor pilot) and having to fly herself, The WSO needs the occasional support of her Mom to keep an eye on our oldest granddaughter.
Though Little Bit is very smart and quite capable for a four year old (almost five she will remind me) she is, after all, only four. She can't quite take care of herself.
Though she assures us all that "I'm a big girl now."
Yes, she is.
Now The WSO is, once again, in need of assistance.
So I am here, at Chez Sarge, by myself. Just me and the cats. Keeping an eye on things.
Life might not be exciting at the moment, but life is good.
Exciting can be overrated...
|Yes, that little dot is a Super Hornet. Yes, I really do need a better camera.|
Um, want, I want a better camera.
(We're trying to teach the little ones the difference between "want" and "need."
I need the occasional reminder as well.)
|Another dot, er, I mean jet.|
|The view from The WSO's guest room.|
|Anya wants to know if it's time to eat again.|
|Sasha knows that it's not. But she'll take a treat (or two) if I have a mind to.|