Airplane engine repair class at the beach with Jay Herbert, Andy Griffith and Bongo Murry

I was attending a small refresher course in general mechanical repairs, some of it geared toward airplane repair. There was a table at the beach and some notebooks and components to be tested were on it, along with a multi-meter for performing the electrical testing. I was seated between Andy Griffith and Bongo Murry, aka my friend Brian, and Jay Herbert. Jay arrived later but was the odds on favorite for head of the class, since he was the only one with actual electronic experience. 

We set about to testing the our sample components. Of course, there was the book method to obtain the desired troubleshooting results, and then there was outright cheating, which most had opted for. The notebooks contained scribbled notes from past students and the components themselves had markings left behind pointing to the various answers. Their covers had all been taken off, and there were more notes inside. 

I found my problem easily enough using the eyeball method and didn't need to use the multi-meter. It was a cut diode, very obviously snipped, causing the open circuit. 

It was too easy, so I set about to trying to pick a combination lock which was supposed to prevent people from doing the kind of cheating that we were doing. Everyone else had pretty much bypassed the lock using the notes, but I wanted to get the combo using some lock picking tricks I had learned from YouTube videos. It looked like it was going to be successful, although entirely unnecessary. 

I noticed the table filling up with other students, like Jude Law and Adele. It was time to take lunch, so I left them the table and took a walk up the beach. I went to some apartments for a minute as a group of people were leaving it, headed down to the beach. I attached myself to that group of people, some guys and some girls, as they set up on the beach for some lounging. 

We spent some time figuring out who was gonna pair with whom but never really figured it out. I was after Adele, but so was some other guy. It looked like she was only the slightest bit interested in either of us, but might go ahead and choose both. 

Meanwhile, up in the sky, a formation of military aircraft did a flyby. Somewhat noisy and intrusive, like a show of force designed to frighten us in to compliance with something, they flashed their lights, and buzzed us. There were helicopters, jets, drones and the like, all in tight little groups, making noise and generating angry reactions from the group. Something was going to have to be done about it, but it probably wouldn't wouldn't be that day. 

I settled for some fist shaking and tagging of vehicles with a marking pen. Jay Herbert was not happy with my tagging of a family vehicle's camper shell rear window. I defaced some decals, changing their happy message with a Bart Simpson like crude editing job, marking over its text with my own. We had to be getting back to the tables but were being slow about it. It was the beach, so we felt like lounging a bit more. 

That's about it. I have really bad dry eye in my right eye. Presumably, it got exacerbated by my putting coconut oil on the eyelid, and accidentally touching the eyeball with a Q-tip. I have been blinking since last night. The coconut oil, a cannabis infused concentrate, was supposed to be helping the stye, but not be directly put in the eye. Damnable oopsie. Now I have blurry vision, dry eye and a stye. Fuck!