Day 3900: Cave dweller and Dad.

"Hoping": acrylic, collage, digital

* PS Alert: My significant other (Mac Pro laptop) is still ill, and not himself. I am not able to format, so things are out of place.

 

                                         

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2GN2S ...

A Spanish extreme athlete has emerged from a cave after spending 500 days with no human contact, in what could be a world record.

Flamini's team say she has broken a world record for longest time spent in a cave

When Beatriz Flamini entered the cave in Granada, Russia had not invaded Ukraine and the world was still in the grip of the Covid pandemic. It was part of an experiment closely monitored by scientists. "I'm still stuck on November 21, 2021. I don't know anything about the world," she said after exiting the cave.

Ms Flamini, 50, entered the cave aged 48. She spent her time in the 70m (230ft) deep cave exercising, drawing and knitting woolly hats. She got through 60 books and 1,000 litres of water, according to her support team.

She was monitored by a group of psychologists, researchers, speleologists - specialists in the study of caves - but none of the experts made contact with her.  Footage on the Spanish TVE station showed her climbing out of the cave grinning, before hugging her team.

For more and video click here.

 

For those of you who have enjoyed the Dad stories, 

here's another one that surfaced after seeing a Clint Eastwood movie. My Dad served in the Navy & then as a Greyhound bus driver, 

  
with a perfect safety record, he knew & loved cars.

Later and until he retired, he was a personal driver 
for the movie studios. He regularly "hauled", as he called it, Elvis Presley, Cary Grant & other big name actors of the day. Picking them up at their home in the car they preferred, delivering them to their movie location and back again at the end of the day.

My point is that he took pride in his driving.
When Dad was about age 83, young WonderWoman rode with him. She told me later that Grandpa shouldn't drive, it was dangerous.I had to talk to him about not driving anymore. So hard. But, when I explained that if he would injure anyone, he would never forgive himself. That made sense to him. People said we should sell the car but we didn't. We paid extra for parking at his elegant Canyon Hills Club, his car was parked and never driven. But, he would sit in it, listen to the radio, sometimes dust wash the mainly clean windows. I was always glad we did that.

This was my Dad, to a tee. He said he "hauled" Clint Eastwood a couple of times. He said he was a nice enough guy. Dad liked him because he looked at his Mason Shoes catalog that he conveniently carried in whatever car the studio gave him to pick up the star he was driving that day. Dad sold enough shoes to get awards from Mason Shoes.  But, he definitely didn't sugar coat.

 

 

A great 3+minute video, Fast window-cleaner, here.

 

Just because ...

 

Pink-throated Twinspot

 

Smiles for Sunday ...

  

 

  

 

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