Parking

"Life is a journey, but don't worry, you'll find a parking spot at the end."

-Isaac Asimov

A brief post at the outset of a horrifically crowded workweek.

I flew down to the farm yesterday afternoon, picking through thunderstorms and plopping exhausted onto the runway with a less-than-stellar landing. Then I raced over to the golf course for a quick nine before heading back to the house to talk with P on the phone, eat Popeye's, feed the donkeys, and do paperwork until I fell asleep.

This morning I left Wyldswood at 4 Panama City time, drove back to the condo, visited with Dio, and prepped for and attended two hearings before swinging by the bank to make some in-person deposits and then to the office to visit with my office-mate and opposing counsel on a couple files we share.

The office is getting there.

Gotta dig the propeller and the 40s airplane wing desk, although the stainless surface is already showing a few scratches just from getting unpacked. The first of many, I reckon.

Pondering this morning my dreadful parking skills. This was me in front of the bank a couple hours ago.

I've never been very good at parking--I was notorious in the F-15 for missing the stripe down the centerline of the parking space, leaving a $31 million jet sitting cockeyed on the ramp. The same happens with the Columbia.

But the car and truck parking seems to be getting worse. What gives?

I think it's two things: (1) I'm always in a hurry, racing from event to event; and (2) it's hard to build a sight picture and consistently park when I'm crawling behind the wheel of four different vehicles. Even the two Dodge trucks maneuver much differently from one another, with the 2022 having a much tighter turn radius than the old 2017.

But really, I think this is old age as much as anything, and losing that fine three-dimensional spatial awareness that carried me through my brief flying career. Sorry to move that over, with so many other strengths of my early manhood, into the column of what used to be.

Back to work. Don't judge my bad parking.