Spring-ish

Steve has headed out to the airport for a flight with an instrument student, while I stay here with all the window "curtains" open to let the sunshine in. I thought about going out and flying the Champ, because it's almost 40° and sunny today, but the whole next week looks good, so I think I'm going to take today and "lollygag", as a friend of mine put it.  That means usual house upkeep, a little exercise, paying some bills, and then watching some TV.  I'm wondering if maybe "Red Dawn" wouldn't be a good thing to enjoy.  The real one with Patrick Swayze, not the 2012 abomination remake.  ;)  Seems apropos for some reason.

A story I forgot to say.  When Jeff was out at the airport with Steve and his cousin Dave the other day, one of my students was there working on some stuff. Jeff asked her what she wanted to do with the flying stuff once she got all her certificates and ratings and such done, and over dinner he told me that her response was "I want to be Laura".  What a compliment, I don't even know how to really address it.  Of course I want her to be the best version of HER, and do even more.  But that's a responsibility on my end too, to be very careful with someone who feels that way.   

That led me to watching a press tour some guy has on a movie he has coming out, adult him runs into 12-year-old him through an accidental time warp thingy. You know the story line, it's been around awhile.  But the interviewer asked him, "If YOU were to meet yourself at 12 years old, what do you think 12-year-old you would think of you today?"  He answered honestly, and that made me think about that for the first time, and it was a really weird feeling.  I've known what I was like at 12, and I've thought about how others who knew me as a pre-teen or teen would feel about me today, and I've thought about how I feel about myself today, but I've never thought about how 12-year-old me would see today me.  It's a darned weird exercise, if you haven't done it.  For one thing I can't differentiate completely to only the 12th year, because I have big gaps in time on memories.  But I have a general overview of the general time frame.  But one thing I'm pretty sure of is that 12-year-old me would think current me was a fallen girl for not going to church every Sunday, that I wasn't even one of those (insert words said with a sneer and condescension) "C&E Christians".  She would also be surprised that I don't have my nose buried in a book at all times.  Maybe that I didn't have a farm full of animals that I was taking care of.  And I won't get any more personal than that, but I think if kid me saw adult me she'd be pretty surprised all-around, because for the most part, I don't think little me would even recognize big me.  Whether that's good or bad, well probably both, I suppose.  Hopefully more good than bad.  :)

Okay, off to find a decent snack and then perhaps settle in for a lollygag while Steve is gone.