Cop Car's Beat

Iconic dance number edited and set to different music

I ran across the following video while perusing some older postings by Miss Cellania. She provided a link to a twitter posting in Dirty Dancing Meets the Muppets. Miss Cellania wrote, "Twitter user @Pandamoanimum made an edit of the final dance number in the movie Dirty Dancing, making it about half as long and synchronizing it with the theme from The Muppet Show. When you watch it, you'll appreciate the work that went into this. This is, when you stop laughing! (via Boing Boing)"

 

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I want to recognize that today would have been my beloved father-in-law's 122nd birthday. He tried to make it to 100 years but missed it by just over two years. HH and I miss him. The above video would have pleased him, I believe.

Finally, a great photo of the DART impact

Today's photo from Astronomy Picture of the Day is worth re-posting! I didn't gain a whole lot from the sequence from the perspective of the DART probe because it ended with a blank. I am happy that some genius thought of pre-launching a satellite with a camera.

DART Asteroid Impact from Space
Image Credit: ASI / NASA

Explanation: Fifteen days before impact, the DART spacecraft deployed a small companion satellite to document its historic planetary defense technology demonstration. Provided by the Italian Space Agency, the Light Italian CubeSat for Imaging Asteroids, aka LICIACube, recorded this image of the event's aftermath. A cloud of ejecta is seen near the right edge of the frame captured only minutes following DART's impact with target asteroid Dimorphos while LICIACube was about 80 kilometers away. Presently about 11 million kilometers from Earth, 160 meter diameter Dimorphos is a moonlet orbiting 780 meter diameter asteroid Didymos. Didymos is seen off center in the LICIACube image. Over the coming weeks, ground-based telescopic observations will look for a small change in Dimorphos' orbit around Didymos to evaluate how effectively the DART impact deflected its target.

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P.S. While going down the rabbit hole following links from the above posting, I stumbled across the following graphic. I love the email address in it!

Cross that off our bucket list

Never in 84.5 years have I been exposed to the inside of an ambulance or an emergency room (ER). Well, I could say that until this morning. I proved that I am too stupid to live*.

For the past two months, Hunky Husband had been anticipating the air show at McConnell AFB, up the road about seven miles from us. I tried to convince him that we were not "up to" doing the air show bit these days. Did I stick to my guns? Of course not! (I told you that I am too stupid to live.) HH kept talking about it and was convinced that, even if I didn't wish to accompany him, he would go by himself. (Mind you, that among the thousands of cars parked in open fields on the base, he had no hope of finding his car once he walked away from it.) Oh...see that? I can blame HH. Well...not really. I am supposed to be the caregiver. Had I been such a push-over with the girls....

I got a brilliant idea. Knowing that today's forecast was a high temperature in the low 90s and that tomorrow's high temperature was/is to be in the mid 80s, I told HH that we would go early this morning, before the heat set in, to do the static displays. We would return at noon, tomorrow, for the flight shows - scheduled to begin at 1pm with the Thunderbirds flying at 3pm. Oh, yes. Tomorrow is forecasted to be a bit cooler.

HH didn't sleep well last night, so I let him sleep in. (Add one more to my poor decisions.) We arrived at the AFB at about 10am. I made good note of where we were parked so that I would be able to find HH's car upon returning.

We walked over hill and dale (mostly succeeding in dodging gopher holes) to arrive at the inspection gate (think TSA screening) and flight line displays. We spent 30-40 minutes among the static displays. (HH refused drinks when I asked him, and I did no better. We had been told that there would be hydration stations scattered around, but we didn't see them. And we had been allowed to take in empty, plastic water bottles, but no liquids.) Some news coverage photos may be found here. I thought the crowd quite small, but we had arrived relatively early on the first day of a 2-day, 6-hour per day event and would not have seen the largest attendance.

We start our tour of the static displays with one of my favorite aircraft, the A-10 Thunderbolt (referred to, lovingly, as the Warthog) and my very favorite guy (referred to lovingly, as Sweetheart or Hunky Husband.) Taking photos was absolutely point-and-shoot as the bright sun prevented my seeing the view screen.

The next photo shows another golden oldie, a Northrop T-38 Talon trainer. HH chatted with the pilot - comparing flying in the T-38 to flying in a B-52. The T-38 is a really graceful aircraft used as a basic jet trainer. If I recall correctly, it was basically the same aircraft as the Northrop F-5A Freedom Fighter.

According to Northrop Grumman Aircraft, "Every T-38 Talon built by Northrop Grumman was delivered on time, at or below the contract price and with performance as promised. The final T-38 was delivered to the Air Force in 1972."

Next up is a Cessna O-2 Skymaster (lovingly called the "Oscar Deuce").

The next photo shows buildings on the far (western) side of the parallel runways that run, basically, north-and-south. The building indicated by the arrow is the hangar that houses the 184th Wing Air National Guard. HH spent many years as a "weekend warrior" in that building.

At the head of the line of large (heavy) aircraft was the redoubtable, Lockheed C-130 Hercules, one of the most useful craft in USAF, to me. It was one of the models that we analyzed (at Tyndall AFB), setting requirements for repair of bomb-damaged runways & taxiways. It has a short take-off roll and is rugged!

Next comes another aircraft that we worked with on the Rapid Runway Repair Program, The McDonnell Douglas KC-10 Extender. AFAIK the KC-10 is the largest tanker flown by the US military, although I don't recall how it compares in payload to the Boeing KC-33A that may still be flown by a mid-Eastern country.

All three of the tankers/partial tankers shown in the next photo are Boeing KC-46 Pegasus tankers. If you wonder why so many tankers were on display, consider the mission of the USAF components at McConnell AFB.

From McConnell AFB In-depth Overview:

Mission

The 22nd Air Refueling Wing is the host unit at McConnell AFB and part of the Air Mobility Command. The 22nd ARW is one of the Air Force's three core tanker wings. The Wing's fleet of KC-135 and KC-46 aircraft provides in-flight all-weather aerial refueling for U.S. and allied military aircraft, as well as airlift for global reach projection of troops, equipment and supplies worldwide. The Wing's 17 squadrons (16 at McConnell, one at Pease Air National Guard Base in New Hampshire) combine for a force of approximately 3,500 active duty military members.

The base is Total Force, hosting the 931st Air Refueling Wing Air Force Reserve and the 184th Wing Air National Guard units.

There are two areas of concern in the next photo: 1) the small blue and gold biplane, a Stearman Kaydet ("The Kaydet, [a] two-seater biplane introduced by the Stearman Aircraft Division of Boeing in Wichita, Kan....") and 2) an array of large aircraft; left-to-right, the Boeing 747-400 Large Cargo Freighter Dreamlifter, an unidentified Boeing-made plane (I'm guessing a Boeing 777, commonly referred to as the Triple Seven), a McDonnell Douglas/Boeing C-17 Globemaster III, and two Boeing KC-135 Stratotankers.

Toward the end of our walk-around, I wanted to walk to the north end of the apron (adjacent to Runway 1R) to get a photo of the Boeing Dreamlifter that was on display. HH had been dragging, so I thought nothing of it when he sought shade under a C-17 wing, urging me to go get my photo and come back for him.

The next few photos show some of the previously listed large aircraft, the nearest being the McDonnell Douglas/Boeing C-17 Globemaster III. At this point in our tour, HH opted to shelter in the shade of the C-17's nose while I wandered on down the flightline to photograph the rest of the large aircraft.

The next photo shows a Boeing 747-400 Large Cargo Freighter Dreamlifter which uses McConnell AFB runways a few times most months. A behemoth, it accommodates the fuselage section of Boeing 787 aircraft. It is also used for other transport needs - at a high price, I'm sure.

Upon my return to the C-17, I found HH patiently waiting.

 

I was going to tell HH, "Let's go home." We had done our bit and it was getting too hot. The closer I approached HH the more it became apparent that he had a problem. He told me that he felt lightheaded, so I tried to help him sit on the concrete, but he was too wobbly and uncoordinated to do that, so I called in the two Emergency Medical Technicians who were just feet away with their bicycles. They helped him sit, then lay back.

The show was over for HH and me. I asked the EMTs (note one of the two who were standing with their bicycles quite near HH) to summon a golf cart to take us to HH's car so that I could drive him home - with a stop off at the Emergency Room (ER) that was just three miles on the way toward our home, as they insisted. It was too late for that. The EMTs started HH on an IV of saline solution and summoned an ambulance. In the hassle of getting HH taken care of, I myself passed out. [An EMT thought my heart had stopped, so gave me CPR, but I think he just could not find my pulse** - as has happened in my past 72 years, on occasion.] We ended up sharing a suite at a downtown Wichita hospital ER. We were not held long when our EKGs and blood workups turned out "reasonably normal". 

Dudette arranged for Wonderful GrandDaughter to be the first to greet us at the ER, even before Dudette arrived. (I had called Dudette during our transport phase. HH and I were in separate ambulances because neither ambulance would accommodate two stretchers. Our dear neighbor Adam, an EMT, accompanied HH on his journey.) WGD and Rachie found HH's car (amazingly astute women, eh?) and arrived at our home before we arrived via Dudette's car.

All is well that ends well. We are fine and thankful to the whole village of people who helped us when we were down and out.

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*    I am told that making such mistakes does not let me resign from caregiving by ELAINE M. ESHBAUGH, PHD in You Are Going To Mess This Up.

** Back in 1976, I flew to Kansas City to be with my mother and dad when Mom was having surgery to repair a congenital hole between her heart chambers. At one point, in the recovery room, I summoned a nurse when Mom started struggling. During the nurse's ministrations, having feared that Mom was dying, I started going into shock. Telling Mom that I would be right back, I walked a short distance away where I sat on the floor and immediately lost consciousness. I came to with a physician holding either wrist, one saying to the other, "I'm not getting anything, are you?" They couldn't find my pulse and, knowing that my mother had had surgery to correct a congenital defect, thought that I might also have a defect. They gave me oxygen for a bit and I was fit enough to fly myself back to Wichita a few hours later.

Yay: Lily-of-the-Valley starts

Over the past several years, I've spent a small fortune trying to get starts of Lily-of-the-Valley (LOV). Inevitably, the package, when opened, revealed a mass of stuff that was unidentified as plants. I dutifully planted and watered such stuff a few times, to no avail. Mentioning this to Bogie, I was told that she had a good stand of LOV that needed dividing. She said that, if she thought of it, she would send me some starts in the fall. I set a reminder on my calendar and reminded Bogie in mid-August. She sent beautiful, healthy plants. 

The transport company was a little confused about what an "up" sign (with arrow) meant, but Bogie had packed the plants so well that they could have rolled that box down the road without apparent damage to the plants.

First Photo: As the box was delivered to our front door. (Arrows on each side pointing toward the street, rather than toward the ceiling.)

Next Photo: Healthy plants that Bogie shipped. She had let them acclimate to being in the planters before shipping and had packed them very well. It is obvious that some of the top layer of soil had been flung loose as (I assume) they tumbled the box in a cement mixer. With these plants it is easy to tell which stuff is plant life and which stuff is packing material - and- I have no trouble discerning plant tops from plant roots.

Last Photo: Planters of LOV in a temporary location where the plants may be watered as our side yard grass receives water from the sprinkler system. My plan is to let them recover for a few days before setting them into the ground near the foundation - on the northeast side of the house.

Many thanks, Bogie, and thanks for the strong advice against opening the box indoors. That advice was spot on.

I should mention that in the late 1960s, I planted LOVs on the creek bank at our previous home. They proliferated and, as of the last time I saw them (2002), were beautiful and healthy and providing protection against erosion of the bank. I no longer recall what the starts of those plants looked like, but I assume they were more recognizable as plant life than was the recent stuff I was sent by mail or that I had bought (packaged so that the stuff was sight unseen) at WalMart.

Share, we must

The first photo shows what happens when I decide to let a cantaloupe ripen on the vine a bit more. I infer from the evidence that a raccoon was having a fine Midnight meal when something scared it off. The ants, flies, and butterflies took over in the light of day (the little butterfly flitted off before I snapped the photo.)

The next photo shows the next cantaloupe with which I shall play the balancing act of ripeness vs attractiveness to the wildlife. Our normal harvest is about a half crop for Hunky Husband and me and a half crop for the critters. That's acceptable since we moved into their habitat and not vice versa.

I should mention that I went out to harvest tomatoes this morning only to find that something had plucked every tomato from the Early Girl vine - ripe, semi-ripe, or green! I brought in several of the cherry tomatoes shown in the previous posting, to ripen on the kitchen counter. After all, we must have our tomatoes.

Weird tomato

A bit over four months ago, I planted two Beefsteak and one Early Girl tomato plant. Because of the weather's having been so unstable, heat-wise and moisture-wise, the Early Girl took about 10 weeks to produce its first ripe tomato. After the unstable weeks we got hot and dry weather. Today, I picked the first ripe Beefsteak tomato - a really weird-looking one (photo, below). It's like an incompletely separated twin.

The vines have all grown like gangbusters. (The next photo shows the vine from which the above tomato was picked.) The weather conditions have just not been suitable for the tomatoes to set on and ripen.

Just starting to color up (next photo) are a bunch of cherry tomatoes that came up voluntarily from last year.

Again, the vines (next photo) have grown like gangbusters.

The last photo shows the Early Girl vine from which we've picked a large number of ripe fruits since late July.

 

Hunky Husband's Hitchhiker

Hunky Husband mowed our lawn, this morning, then took a nap before lunch. As I was cleaning up the kitchen after lunch, HH walked in - with a hitchhiker on his shoulder. It didn't wish to hold still for its portrait, but I was able to get several good photos of the hitchhiker, which I'm calling a Walnut Caterpillar. As we have several large, old walnut trees in our woods (and a few small ones in our yard), this is not an unusual find for us. How it hid on HH for such a long time is beyond my ken. HH had no idea of its presence until I picked the caterpillar off of his shoulder.

I had seen a Walnut Caterpillar Moth clinging to the doorframe of the door into the house from the garage, early this morning, but it didn't occur to me to take a photo of it - and it is no longer there. I'll substitute a photo that I found at Texas A&M: Extension Entomology.

ADDITION of 8/30/2022 7:00am - more on Walnut Caterpillar

I took the time to dig a little deeper online and found the following photo on Kansas State University Research & Extension. I like the photo even though it isn't sharply focused because it shows a grouping of Walnut Caterpillars that includes younger and older specimens.

North Carolina State University has the most comprehensive set of relevant photos. Not only has it posted individual photos of younger and older specimens, but also the next photo showing a pupa.

A good resource that I found was . That's a mouthful! It may be accessed at Moth Photographers Group. Finding the resource surprised me. The only thing I ever learned at Mississippi State University was in a hands-on course in laying up composite materials - at their Advanced Composites Institute. (I'm the "no moustache" person next to the tall guy in the back row. We students were a scroungy lot, but the instructors wore ties!)

ADDITION of 8/30/2022 10:12am - on Stu's Oak Processionary caterpillars

Stu's caterpillars are interesting critters. Unlike our Walnut Caterpillars that, at least around our place are not numerous enough to constitute a real threat (thus, I turned loose the caterpillar that had latched onto HH), parts of England and Europe are home to too many Oak Processionary Caterpillars. I found the following photo and paragraphs at Wildlife Insight. 

Oak Processionary caterpillars

on 22 MAY 2020

Oak Processionary Moth caterpillars create amazing patterns when resting in large numbers on the trunks of oak trees. They’re also fascinating to watch when on the move, walking head to tail in a long processional line, hence their name.

However, these caterpillers [sic] have a darker side. They are a growing threat to oak trees as well as a potential health risk in parts of south east of [sic] England.

These were sighted on a tree trunk by Emily Kirt while taking a walk in Kingston upon Thames, Greater London.

The origins of Processionary moths in London are thought to be from eggs imported on timber from the continent where they are a common pest. Small numbers of moths also arrive annually along the south coast as migrants from other European countries such as The Netherlands and France.

As with other invasive pest species from abroad such as The Gypsy Moth and Box Moth caterpillar they seem to be on the increase and spreading in parts of southern England.

Other caterpillars can be seen in the Moth caterpillar galleries and Butterfly caterpillar galleries . Other hairy caterpillars can be seen in the Hairy caterpillar gallery.

B-52s make noise

More than any other system in the world, the Boeing B-52 has provided meaningful work and recompense to Hunky Husband. To a lesser extent, it provided meaningful work and some recompense to me, my having spent a couple of years working on B-52s. The embedded video (nearly 10 minutes), below, was first seen by me at JUST AN EARTH-BOUND MISFIT, I - self-described as "...A "SUCKER" AND A "LOSER" WHO SERVED HER COUNTRY IN THE NAVY." It has been years since I've seen an operational B-52 in person, so this is a nostalgic trip for me. I think the last that I saw was on my way home from work one day - and I've been retired for over 18 years.

 

High Flight - Four United States Air Force (USAF) Boeing B-52H Stratofortress bombers, part of the 23rd Bomb Squadron nicknamed the 'Bomber Baron's', of the 5th Bomb Wing, normally based at Air Force Base Minot in North Dakota, USA, arrive at RAF Fairford in Gloucestershire, UK on 18th August 2022 for the third USAF 'Bomber Task Force' deployment of 2022 at RAF Fairford. This film shows the final 3 aircraft landing.

 

[Keeping it light, this morning...] I hasten to add that, as a former member of the Naval Reserve, I never knew of a B-52's landing on an aircraft carrier. Additionally, I did the loads on the B-52 landing gear in about 1974, including the wing tip protection wheels (it took a lot of vector rotations to get there), but did not include a carrier landing condition!

 

The following embedded video (nearly 21 minutes) of the same event - but including aircraft in addition to the B-52 - was found when I went to YouTube to embed the above video.

 

 

CobraEmergency - Cold War-era B-52H Stratofortress bombers of the US Air Force arrive in the UK to join NATO forces in Europe. Several passenger & cargo planes also assisted with the deployment. The bomber planes landed at RAF Fairford, a standby airfield for the US Air Forces in Europe. It's the only bomber base of It's [sic] kind in the continent and therefore key to the United States European Command area of military operation.

0:00 - Introduction

0:13 - Atlas Air Boeing 767

1:20 - Kalitta Air Boeing 747

4:35 - US Air Force Boeing C-17 Globemaster

5:45 - Ministry of Defence Police

6:20 - US Air Force Boeing B-52 Stratofortress x4

20:11 - Outroduction

Recorded: August 18th, 2022

From last weekend

Cars

When Elder Brother stops in for a short visit, I clear out the garage enough that he may keep his car garaged. I started doing that one time when hail was forecasted to occur during his stay. At that time, it took some doing for me to clear the space because we had so much stuff in the garage. (One might recall that Hunky Husband and I combined households when I moved back to Kansas in 1990.) Over the years, I've managed to winnow our belongings, inside the house and inside the garage. Now, all I have to do is to place the garden cart and clippings bin out in the back yard; move the child's wagon with the two containers of gasoline for the lawn mower, the recycle and trash bins, within the garage; roll a small set of metal shelves and re-orient it within the garage; and park the lawn mower snug up against the wall out of the way - easily enough accomplished with a zero turn radius machine.

The first photo, below, snapped early Saturday morning (dark enough that the flash went off giving eery glows to the license plates and the rear reflectors on our cars) gives proof that the garage contents reconfiguration succeeds. Left to right, EB's 1992 W-124 Mercedes Benz, CC's 2014 Lincoln MKZ, and HH's 2018 Lexus ES350. 

Cantaloupe

Just before EB arrived, while clearing out the garage, I took the garden cart out by the woods for temporary storage. I noticed the nearly whole rind of a cantaloupe that had been abandoned by some wild critter(s) that had eaten the meat of the fruit. I didn't think much about it, but later noticed a couple of melons on the cantaloupe vines that had sprouted from the green garbage that I had buried some months ago. The next two photos show the two hills of cantaloupe vines that have survived. (I tore out one hill of vines that appeared, to me, to be some other melon variety - possibly squash - that I did not wish to have cross-pollinated with the cantaloupe.) Looking at the photos I found that I could not pick out either of the two melons among the vines in the first photo, but it does show a sumac sprout that I had failed to spot, in person! I've pointed out one of the two melons among the vines in the second photo.

 

 

 

For today's lunch, I cut into the melon that I had found was ripe on the vine. It was a strange looking melon, but it tasted good. Not great, but good enough.

More catching up

When one's life is consumed by pulling weeds and watching the grass go dormant from the heat, posting in one's blog is not very prominent in one's mind. Catching up on "where I'm at" doesn't take a lot.

Cooking

Night-before-last, I hadn't fallen asleep by Midnight, so arose to figure out something else to do. Ah...Elder Brother was expected (sometime) for a day or two, so why not do some cooking? Now, as everyone knows, I'm no big shake as a cook. Cooking is a domestic art, after all, and no domestic art has ever tripped my trigger. For the most part I dislike cooking to the point of hating it. At any rate, I spent a couple of hours in the kitchen and the photos, below, show the results. Apologies that the photos show the "after partial consumption" state of the blackberry pie and the slaw. I partook of the slaw for yesterday's lunch, and Elder Brother and I partook of the pie after dinner yesterday.

When I ordered our groceries for pickup, early this past week, I had ordered two 12-ounce (weight) containers of fresh blackberries, specifying that the shopper might substitute 24-ounce container if they were out of 12-ounce containers. I've found over the past year or so that the shoppers at Dillons are not as astute as the shoppers at the little WalMart. At the little WalMart, the shopper would have given me one 24-ounce container in place of the two 12-ounce containers. From Dillons, I received two 24-ounce containers. That's a bunch of blackberries considering that Hunky Husband eats few of them. That explains why I used them to make my first-ever blackberry pie. No, I did not make the crusts. I had a package of two in the freezer and I used both, allowing me to form a top crust. You might notice the appearance of the top crust. IMHO I had too much flour/sugar/cinnamon mixture to mix with the berries - and - I forgot to pour the molten butter over the berries before placing the top crust on the berries. I poured the butter and sprinkled a bit of the flour/sugar/cinnamon mixture over the top crust - concentrating on the slits, hoping the stuff would ooze in under the top crust. I actually found the finish of the top crust quite appealing. Who knew?

I made up the head of cabbage (that's been in the fridge for at least one or two weeks) into slaw. Incorporated were a couple of carrots, 1/2 of a green bell pepper, and 1/2 of a red bell pepper. As neither EB nor HH enjoys onion, I withheld them from inclusion.

Baked beans were next on my list. That's a 1.5-quart casserole in the next photo. I didn't wish to make enough to feed an army! The chunks of meat in the beans are left-over ground turkey with home-made taco seasoning.

The last thing I fixed was a pan of dessert that I don't know what to call. I start by beating a couple of eggs (with an old-fashioned eggbeater), adding 1/2 cup of vegetable oil and 1/4 cup of water. Stirring in a 15.25-ounce (weight) box of yellow cake mix, 6 ounces (weight) of milk chocolate chips, a cup of mixed raisins and Craisins and spooning onto a bed of unsweetened shredded coconut that I had placed into a 13"x9" cake pan. Over the batter, I scattered a handful or two of pecan halves, 6 ounces (weight) of semi-sweet chocolate chips, and 6 ounces (weight) of Heath chips. Baked for about 30 minutes at 350 degrees F, it produces a dessert that may be cut into bars of the desired size(s). This is a favorite of HH's that I vary each time I make. In fact, I had intended to sprinkle the flour/sugar/cinnamon mixture left over from the pie as the first layer upon the batter. I forgot! What the guys don't yet know is that I snagged a 3-pint container of cappuccino-chocolate chunk frozen yogurt to serve with this.

Crepe Myrtles

A few months ago, I transplanted a small, volunteer crepe myrtle to a better location. A few weeks ago, I transplanted another, as shown in Catching up. The last two photos show how those crepe myrtles looked, this morning.

Both bushes are looking good - especially since, as one may note, the ground is now wet. I broke down and watered the bush plantings in our yard, yesterday, and we received 0.22" of rain early this morning. Yay!