Author: Paul Tomblin

Weird dream last night

I started to write this earlier but I went to a Quicktime VR site that illustrated one of the locations and it hung up my browser.

I don’t often remember my dreams, and this one I only remember the last part. In the part I remember, I was walking down Wellington Street in Ottawa and ticking off the locations (I think I was making mental notes to give somebody directions) – first the National Archives, then the Supreme Court building, and the Confederation building, but then I got a shock.
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Mixture rich, boost pump on, beacon on, fuel….paid for?

Today on the way into work I was thinking about my next flying club bill, specificially the fuel credits part. And I realized that I never saw a fuel slip at the FBO on Sunday. And then I realized that I’d given them a credit card for the car rental on Saturday, but never given them a credit card on Sunday. Oh, I thought, what are the odds that Vicki paid for the fuel while she was inside waiting for me to pre-flight. Probably not good, since I never mentioned it to her and so she probably assumed I took care of it.

Luckily, the “Weather on your cell phone” service I signed up for has FBO phone numbers on it, so I was able to look up the phone number, call them, apologize profusely and give them my credit card number all on the walk across the parking lot to work.

Sleep something or other

Last night before going to bed I put in my earplugs. I use the disposable squeezy ones that you have to roll between your fingers to make them small so you can jam them in your ears. They were brand new, so they fit extremely well. When I woke up this morning, they weren’t in my ears. It’s unusual for new ones to fall out – usually after I’ve been using them for a week or so they get so unsqueezy that they don’t go properly inside my ear canal but just sit in the “porches of my ears” (to quote from Hamlet). I wondered why they’d fallen out, but when I woke up I didn’t find them in the bed clothes like I’d expected. Instead one was on the side table, and one was placed on the tiny bit of flat space on top of the headboard. I guess I somehow managed to remove them in the night without even waking up enough to remember afterwards that I’d done so.

I wonder why?