Spring Saturday

Made the boys sausages, bacon and waffles this morning; Julia preferred cereal. The boys both had cereal as well, and it still amazes me just how much food they consume.

I continue to obsess about the missing Malaysian plane; it seems increasingly likely the pilots were incapacitated probably by fumes or loss of oxygen and that the plane flew on on auto-pilot far out into the Indian Ocean before it crashed, probably due to running out of fuel.

The terrorist theories are too fantastic to believe, though plenty of people do, naturally.

As we reached the Vernal Equinox, the hope for more rain here in parched California grew ever more remote. Soon restrictions are almost certain to be imposed, and we'll probably have to cut our water use by 20 percent or so. It's likely that watering your garden will eventually be banned.

Our backyard should survive fairly well without water -- at least the many native plants should survive, since they are drought resistant.

Washing your car will also probably be banned; mine hasn't been washed in years anyway. It's a color that Saturn terms "storm gray."

It's still waiting time for college applications. Dylan is hopeful for two colleges in Oregon. Aidan is already set on Montana.

Michigan is in the NCAA tournament and plays in the third round of the Midwest bracket this afternoon.

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Flight 370

As usual, when a mystery of truly global significance emerges, I become engaged, watching CNN for hours at a time and trying to juggle whatever data can be found with my own sense of the matter at hand. When it comes to Malaysia, this is a country and people I know quite well.

Therefore, I've been struck with the apparent bias exhibited by many at CNN and in the U.S. media that because this is a Muslim nation, there could well be a terrorist connection to the disappearance of the jet.

I doubt it.

Malaysia is not Iran.

You have to have been to both countries, as I have been, to know that.

No, I have never been convinced this was an act of terror. This, I predict, will turn out to have been a mechanical failure, probably of the catastrophic variety.

The pilots fought heroically to save the jet, failed, kept trying, died most likely from smoke inhalation or oxygen loss, as no doubt, tragically, did all of the passengers before the plane ran out of fuel and crashed.

I believe it was a 'ghost flight' for many hours over the vast Indian Ocean. No one alive. The Boeing 777, even when badly disabled, is fiendishly capable of flight on its own.

A horrible end for everyone involved. But nothing like terrorism.

That is my investigative conclusion. Tonight the first confirmation of my theory may emerge, as there are unconfirmed reports of debris in the southern Indian Ocean.

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Family Birthday Party

On this beautiful Sunday as many of us who could gathered to celebrate my daughter Sarah Daisy's birthday.

We had a big BBQ, and I taught Dylan how to cook chicken.

When the sun went down, Dylan, Julia and I headed back to the city.

The third photo from the top is Julia holding the newest addition to our family, Daisy Julia Comolli. Looks like she has blue eyes...

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