We don't hear them coming, don't think to watch for them or sit in waiting. They just suddenly appear with teeth rattling report. OH yeah, must be end of May.
So yesterday, I was finishing up my purchase when the telltale sound and shaking of spent jet fuel announced the arrival of the Air Force Thunderbirds. Air Force Academy graduation is Wednesday. Recall that the Thunderbirds were grounded last year, and we had an oddly quiet end of May. The Commemorative Air Force stepped up and volunteered for the fly over.
It was elegant, poignant, very well done.
This year, the grounding has been lifted, and it's nice for us Academy neighbors to see and hear the jets again, although China begs to differ. They fly around practicing, and I can't help but think that they buzz the nearby neighborhoods and schools on purpose, giving us a freebie.
I arrived home to find Chaco in the backyard snapping a few photos. He got some nice shots, so I'll share a few of them. Click on 'em, they get big!
Anyway, it seemed like a fitting part of Memorial Day. I hope my blog friends were able to enjoy some time in recognition of the holiday.
I managed to get caught up on a few things and then spend a good part of the day playing. Meego and I got in some playground basketball where he succeeded in beating me in both HORSE and PIG before Magnum joined us and the three of us took turns abusing each other in Knockout. Afterwards, we went for a Slurpee bike ride so I could pay up and Meego could collect his winnings.
And Chaco prepared a yummy Memorial Day lunch for us and slaved away in the yard as mentioned.
Somebody's gotta do it.