In an unusual move, The Wichita Eagle has not posted on its website (or, perhaps, removed the posting) of this morning's headline story. I can see why. They are offering for sale a poster of the front page of this morning's edition. This is the poster ad.
If you are in a nice, warm spot this morning, you may wish to go to Bogie's place at Bogieblogto see how New Englanders live in the winter. (I must point out that Bogie, in southern New Hampshire, didn't bear the brunt of the past few snowstorms - for which, I would think, she would be thankful!)
A younger woman whom I have admired for years is in dire straights. She and her two (adult) children were flying from St Louis to Kansas City in a single-engine airplane owned and operated by her husband. About mid-way into the trip, about 1/2-mile from a small airport, the aircraft smashed into the ground killing the pilot. The woman is in critical condition, her daughter is in serious condition, and her son is in good condition.
I've not seen the woman for nearly 2 1/2 years. For the previous 18 years she had served as my primary care physician - the best I've ever had. I'm hoping for the best for her and her family, and grieving for her loss.
Update posted 12/6/2014
On Wednesday, December 3, I was told by a mutual friend (Physics professor at Wichita State University), that Dr S had undergone 6 hours of surgery and could not yet feel her legs. He also said that the son had experienced a double compound leg fracture.
Posted: Friday, December 5, 2014 7:32 Updated: 7:42 am, Fri Dec 5, 2014
By Rachael Van
As long as Candice Sojka Clark can remember, her father, Woodward native Charles K. Sojka, was a pilot and probably spent more time in the air than anywhere.
In fact, if you ask any Woodward pilots who remember her father, they might say "that guy got his pilot's license before he got his driver's license," Clark said.
On November 30th at 9 a.m., Woodward High School graduate, class of 1969, Charles K Sojka of Salina, Kan., went down with his Bellanca Model 17-30 aircraft about a half mile from a small airport in Boonville, Missouri. The crash fatally injured Sojka, who was trying to land the plane at the time it crashed, according to news reports. His wife, Dr. Brenda Schewe and his two step-children, Kate and Jake Taylor were with him in the aircraft and were seriously injured, but survived the impact. The cause of the crash is still unknown.
He eventually made his home in Salina, Kan., where he was a flight instructor and Director of Maintenance for Kansas State University-Salina Aviation Department.
I had my annual physical this morning - 2nd time seeing my new Internist at KUSM-Wichita. Part of the routine was, as usual, carried out by a 3rd year Med student. She will make a good physician, I think. However, she was required to go over a couple of pieces of paper with me that were a hoot: 1) "targets" for good health that I should observe and 2) depression screening.
1) Self Care Plan for hyperlipidemia: "Targets" included weight (I already weigh less than the bottom of the range), blood pressure (my systolic is 14 above goal; diastolic is 6 below goal), LDL (I don't know what it is today - they just drew the blood!) but last year my LDL was 20 points below the goal; exercise (I already do more than goal); and dietary calories (I'm pretty well on or under goal). Oh! And they want blood pressure measurements daily. Are they kidding me?!!
2) Depression screening: I told them that the screening given last year was pretty silly - that I am not depressed, do not plan to kill myself (but, it's none of their business if I did - lol). We chatted for a few minutes, but did not fill in the questionnaire.
No, I don't want another colonoscopy (the one 20 years ago found exactly nothing). No, I don't want another bone density test (if my bones were brittle I would be breaking bones with my falls). No, just because you think you hear a little heart murmur (pulmonary valve you say? Usually, I've been told it might be mitral and/or aortic) does not mean I want another echocardiogram (the one 20 years ago showed no abnormalities).
The physician doesn't think that I come see her often enough. I think annually is too often. As long as I get my low-dose statin and hydrochlorothiazide RXs, I'll be happy to leave the physicians to their own devices. I let her know that I consider myself to be responsible for my health/lack thereof and she shouldn't worry her pretty little head. (Well...that's what I was thinking.) Dr G seems to be a dedicated physician and I'm sure that some of her elderly patients need a lot of testing and hand-holding. I've tried to, somewhat gently, let her know that I do not fall into that category.
Our family has hit Chicago pretty heavily during the past week. I flew into Chicago on the 20th, returning the 21st. Hunky Husband, who had driven to Topeka KS several hours before my return on the 21st (he returned on the 24th) flew into Chicago on the 27th, planning to return on the 29th. In either case, we took direct, early morning flights from Wichita to Chicago O'Hare, and returned/will return late in the afternoon/evening on another direct flight. All flights were/will be United Airlines flying Bombardier CRJ 700s.
Days were/will be spent in meetings at the offices of The American Red Cross of Greater Chicago (photo, below).
We each slept/will sleep at the Courtyard Chicago Downtown/River North Hotel (photo, below).
Since HH and I do not "do" the same thing in our volunteer work, our meetings did not coincide. Oh, well...we can compare notes!
Our furnace/air conditioning system is scheduled for replacement this coming Monday which made me pay a bit of extra attention to the following item at Slashdot.org. The cooling coil of the current air conditioning (heat pump) system had been leaking since about year six of its 14.5 years of use, but only now enough that the location of the leak was easily detected, and the new system is touted to be much more efficient - by 15-20 percentage points. It was not for the reason mentioned in the posting that I asked Hunky Husband to check into having the "internet control" feature of the new thermostat disabled. I don't want any of my appliances to be connected to the Internet.
When the Apocalypse comes, I don't want "them" controlling my home. (It's bad enough that "they" will be controlling our on-purpose computing systems and our cars!) As it turns out there are two versions of the new thermostat - one of which is NOT connected to the Internet. That is the one that HH ordered.
Posted by Soulskillon Tuesday June 17, 2014 @06:23PM from the remember-when-we-just-had-to-worry-about-our-devices-catching-fire dept.
Advocatus Diaboli sends this excerpt from an article about the data collection capabilities of the Nest Protect 'smart' smoke alarms, and how they could become a privacy concern: Consider that each Protect is packed full of sensors, some of which are capable of much more than they're doing right now: From heat and light sensors to motion sensors and ultrasonic wave sensors. This simple little device could scrape an incredible amount of data about your life if Nest asked it to: From when you get home, to when you go to bed, to your daily routine, to when you cook dinner. Now imagine how a device like that would interlock with another that you keep on your wrist, like the forthcoming Android Wear. Together, they would create a seamless mesh of connectivity where every detail of what you do and where you go is recorded into a living, breathing algorithm based on your life. Neither Nest nor Google has stated any intention to turn Nest's hardware into more than it is right now. Protect is an alarm, the Thermostat is a thermostat. But as Google ramps up its vision to connect every aspect of our world, from Android Wear to its acquisition of a company that specializes in high-res, near-instantaneous satellite imagery of Earth, it's easier than ever to see why it would cough up billions for a company that has installed hundreds of thousands of Wi-Fi connected devices in the homes of Google users."
Every few years, I take a sabbatical from posting. One is due, shortly. This notification is made so that my blog friends won't besiege Bogie with questions as to my health. Hunky Husband and I are in great health!
Our generation (as all do) dwindles. Today's newspaper carries the obituaries of two more friends - one was a friend from the 1960s and on, the other a co-worker in the 1990s and early 2000s. They join three other friends whose deaths have occurred in the past three weeks.
The person who will be missed the most, whose funeral I attended Tuesday, was my supervisor in 1980 and 1981. Bill Bloedel was supervisor of loads and stress for the Cessna Single-Engine Division, and I was a group engineer whose group was responsible, structurally, for all taildragger, a few of the current-production models, and out-of-production single-engine aircraft.
Bill was a good and decent person who was kind enough to always let me know what he really thought. From the time he took over the loads and stress organization, without flinching, he let me know that he was not comfortable having a woman in a position of responsibility over a fleet of aircraft - and - that he would be watching me. I went a little bit out of my way to keep Bill informed as to what I had been doing, how I had been handling things (for instance, suggesting that he might like to go through the file of customer inquiries that I had handled during the preceding year), and how I was handling things (for instance, inviting him to accompany me once when I had to fly to a production line that was about 50 miles distant from the main production facilities). At the end of his first six months as my supervisor, Bill invited me into his office and announced, "I told you that I would be watching you - and I have been. I think that you do an excellent job."
When I opted to leave the company, Bill asked if he had caused me to choose to leave. Absolutely not! It was strictly a matter of having been sought by another company that wished to give me a lot more money. Then, drawing a raise slip out of his desk drawer, Bill told me (with a twinkle in his eyes), "Aren't you going to feel silly when I give you a $100 per week raise?" It was annual raise time, but the actual raise fell far short of that number, of course. We both laughed.
Bill lived in rural Derby. We frequently heard Bill speak of the work he did on his small farm. When he had triple by-pass surgery, it was a matter of days before he was back to chopping fire wood. Physically small (I'm guessing 5' 6" tall and, not more than 145#), Bill loved physical work and flying, in equal measure.
Bill was huge in heart. Bill and his wife, Sue, raised (in addition to their own three children) three children who had been produced by one of their daughters. The daughter was emotionally unable to raise the children. Oh! How Bill doted on all of his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren!
The last time I saw Bill, at a bi-monthly retirees breakfast three weeks before his death, Bill was lamenting that his non-existent white cell count kept him from seeing his great-grandchildren as he would wish to do. As little germ factories, small kids can be deadly to a person who, as Bill was, is dealing with leukemia.
I'll miss that quiet, little-big man with the twinkly blue eyes. Rest in peace, Bill.
When Hunky Husband offered his condolences upon the loss of my friend Bill, I told him, "We've come to an age where it is either our friends who will be dying - or us."
Early Monday (2/10/2014) morning we received an additional four inches of snow - atop the eight-inch snow that had fallen (and not melted due to temperatures that reached highs of under 10 degrees F most days) on the previous Tuesday and Wednesday (2/4/2014-2/5/2014 - Much-needed moisture arrives).
Below is a photo that was snapped early in the daytime. The ghostly images and strange lights do not come from double-exposure; but, from back-lit reflections on the glass door through which the photo was snapped. BTW: The snow on the table is nearly all freshly fallen. I had used the "old" snow in making snow ice cream during the preceeding days.
This morning I was greatly surprised when I went to the breakfast table. Hunky Husband had this display arranged (below).
Perhaps it is just my poor memory; but, I don't recall ever before having been gifted with balloons - and how HH sneaked them into the house and sequestered them from my finding them is beyond me!