Frenetic

I think I'm going to go to bed as soon as I finish this, even though it's only 10 pm.  I'm WIPED.

I have no idea what anybody else did.  So here is a litany of my day.

Got up and out to Kokomo by 8:30 am.  Flew the 172 over to Glenndale.  Got a golf cart ride over to Jim's hangar, pulled out the Champ, taxied it over to the fuel pump too.  Went up with my first Squirrel, Cameron, and took him to Kokomo to work on wheel landings on concrete.  Landed at Glenndale and met another student out there, Josh, who needed to do his long solo cross country today.  Looked over his material, signed his logbook, sent him on his way, filled up my airplane with gas, went up with my 2nd Squirrel, Ty.  Ty had thrown up last week in the Chief with instructor Ty.  Ty was very nervous, and very very young.  So I took it super easy with him, and by the end of the flight he was doing great.  He landed with a big smile.  I went up with my 3rd Squirrel.  This one was brand new, her first week here.  Her name is Bella.  She had a ton of anxiety about being there, about the whole thing.  Didn't even want to sit in the front seat.  Didn't want to touch the plane.  Wasn't sure about any of it.  So I had her sit in the back where she'd be comfortable, and told her that this was a no pressure situation, and if at any time she wanted down, to just let me know.  That she wouldn't be forced into anything.  And I made darn sure to keep everything smooth, careful, and let her know every time I was doing anything from adding power to turning to any of it.  I explained what it would be like to take off, all of it.  Well, I finally got her to fly the plane herself, twice, for just a minute or two each, and that's all she wanted to do, which was fine.  By the end she said "I LOVE being in airplanes!  I love flying!  I love it up here!"  I'm not sure she'll stick out the program, as it's about learning to fly not just going for rides, but...we'll see.

We had lunch there, burgers and home made ice cream, and then I filled up the airplane with gas again and taxied the Champ back to Jim's hangar and put it away, then hiked back to the terminal and took the 172 and flew it back to Kokomo.  I got there in time to meet my 2 pm guy.  We went up in the RG and practiced ILS approaches.  While I'm finishing with him, I start getting text messages from my student on his solo cross country.  He needs fuel, nobody's there even though they were supposed to be open (in Michigan), he can't figure out the self serve pump.  I help him text by text while I'm doing ILS approaches with a guy, for 15 minutes straight.  Got done at 4 pm, just in time for my Champ student, D, who worked on wheel landings (less successfully than Cameron did earlier).  My solo student made it home at this point, in one piece.  We were done by 6, just in time for my 6 pm Champ lesson, a pre-solo student on her 4th flight.  I finished with her shortly after 7, because she'd had enough.  Which was okay, because I'd had enough too.

I'm home, trying to study for the Twin Beeches I'll be flying tomorrow, and I'm too tired to concentrate.  I did laundry because I only have a couple pairs of jeans.  But that's it.  No TV tonight, no nothing, just studying, catching up on my logbook, a warning by myflightbook.com that I am exceeding my "no more than 8 hours of instruction given in 24 hours" limit, and hoping to head to bed soon.

As an acquaintance of mine says, "Me fall down now."