After lunch I closed down a bank account and actually did various banking business at three different places. I had quite a few things to do, so I ran around and did those, then picked up Kaylee from school and brought her home.
I headed back out to the airport and took up the Cub for awhile. Again, open door, smell of grass, warm enough breeze. It was...relaxing.
Then it was time to run Kaylee back out to another barbershop practice. She was gone until 9:45, and then I finally got her home around 10:15. We were back up at 6 am to drive south of Indianapolis for the State ISSMA Barbershop Quartet contest.
Kaylee's quartet ran through a flawless performance in the warm-up room, then had a little trouble on the next couple runs. When their turn came up, they struggled again. They didn't do their best showing, and ended with a Silver medal. They just barely fell out of Gold point range, but they did. They were really disappointed, and Kaylee was mostly mad. One girl said she just didn't want to get a bronze and was fine. The other was quiet. The third girl was almost in tears, and Kaylee was angry. Not in an inappropriate way or anything, she just doesn't like not succeeding. Who does, right?! Her voice teacher and their choir director were there for the performance. They both said the same thing--that the girls could be proud of the work they did, that this particular piece was very difficult, that three of the girls had never even done a barbershop before, that barbershop itself was very hard, and that she was proud of them. The piano teacher said she loves listening to barbershop but she'll never do it herself because it's so difficult. The girls could have and have done a gold medal performance on it, but they never could get consistency on it down. I don't blame them. Four girls all acapella on their own parts is TOUGH. But they didn't lose it, they kept it together, and they finished well. They got a high silver out of it, and even though Kaylee is mad, that is what they earned with that performance. Gold means something, as it should, and what Silver means is...good job, now keep working, keep practicing, get consistency, and come back and kill it next time. :)
Today was a long day. We were up at 6, Steve started feeling sick again last night and didn't sleep, so I took Kaylee to southern Indianapolis for her competition. Afterwards we went to Chick-Fil-A with her friends, then I ran her home, dropped her off, and went to the airport where I had a new guy at 1 pm, and another guy at 3 pm. Each had their own fun things. The 1 pm guy was on his very first real flight lesson. He'd been on one long Discovery Flight with Steve C. So we're walking around the plane and I'm explaining the preflight. He says "Now, I've been flying Microsoft X simulator for a long time now, I have tons of hours on it, so I know how this all works, how to read all the instruments, what I'm supposed to do, etc. But I want you to talk to me as if I don't know anything, that way if I have any gaps, you'll catch them." Every thing I could possibly say back to that was inappropriate, so I found myself at a loss for words for once. If you're reading this and don't know, flying a video game is not equal to flying an actual airplane. So we finished the preflight without me actually addressing that comment. Then he hooked his GoPro up in the back of the 172 and hooked up the mic/intercom to record everything. I don't care to have everything we do and I say recorded. It makes me very uncomfortable. I don't record everything I do privately. But I understand the impulse and it's not like I'm doing anything wrong while teaching, so I try to ignore it and just do my thing. But I'm not very comfortable with it because I'm weird like that. ;)
The second fellow, we went up to do some presolo stuff. At one point we were doing power on stalls, and as the nose starts yawing to the left, I say "look outside, don't stare inside. You are yawing to the left. You need more right rudder". Right then he shoves in the LEFT rudder, hard, right when the stall breaks, with full power in. And the C-172 does as magnificent of a spin entry as it'll do. We swing into a spin entry, I recover, I'm glad the mic didn't pick up the snort/laugh I did right when it broke, because that would be mean. I can't help it I find spin entries in a 172 amusing. I wouldn't laugh if someone did that to me in the T-6, but the 172...I can't help it. :) Anyway, I flew until 5:30, talked until almost 6:30, and finally made it home from there. Long day.
Steve is off and on widely varying from "totally fine" to "on the couch sick" at any given time. It's kind of weird at this point. Hopefully he swings back to "totally fine" and stays that way soon. It's been over a week...
Ann's house has a whole new roof, done in two days, so that's great! It looks nice, too!
Kaylee is still stuffed up, but she feels okay . Tomorrow is everyone's day off, so hopefully both of the sickies can recuperate some. I never have gotten sick but I'm not getting cocky about it just yet.
When Kaylee was at her barbershop practice last night, I just had time to top off my car with gas and go to the store to pick up some supplies Kaylee needed. While I was there, I saw Valentine's Day candy 70% off. So I bought a giant red puffy box of chocolates for like $3. Tonight Steve and Kaylee were making fun of me for it--right as they started digging into the box and picking out what THEY liked. Uh-huh. Make fun all you want, but 70% off of chocolate...I'm all in for that and so are they, apparently. ;)
Three of the five airplanes who flew into Glenndale lunch on Friday.
Taking the Cub out for a spin.
Wing view Friday.
Quiet day, me and the plane.
Glenndale Airport under the wing.
This goes to show where lighting is important. Same photo with different angles on the sun...
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Kaylee and her friends eating at Chick-Fil-A after their barbershop quartet. They didn't want to do a photo of the four of them with their silver medals, so I sneaked this photo later, got 3 of them anyway. ;)
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