The work week started out pretty intensely as Mondays tend to do this time of year. As we often do (but not without a bit of protest and stern looks before we cave) we accepted someone's freight as we have forklifts and most people don't. At least not at their homes or cabins. This week it was candy. Not your ordinary candy or your ordinary amount. This was tons. Not figuratively as in "We ate tons of candy," but literally tons. Approximately 3 tons. It consisted of some kind of commercial s'mores in one carton, gorp in another, and coarsely shaved chocolate in another. I'll show you.
Long ago I had the time and money to learn to fly and so I did. Then life happened and time and money would go the way of the dinosaur in my world. I enjoyed it and expanded my long term bucket list before I knew what a bucket list was. A realtor friend and I were talking at a get together a few weeks back and we thought flying his airplane and me taking pictures for the real estate business might be worth trying. So we did. On Wednesday evening we flew around the area for about an hour. I even got to take the yoke for a few minutes for old times sake. My friend was a little disappointed that we didn't see any moose, but there were sure a lot of trees and lakes. That's what you would expect living in a National Forest near the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness.
Professor Batty and The Weaver. The Cooker, Stitch, and I got to meet them for dinner at one of our local (thirty miles is considered practically next door up here) establishments. Good food and good spirits abounded at this joyous occasion and a good time was had by all. Hopefully, I'll get to visit Flippist World Headquarters in the near future and visit the Professor in his native habitat.