Our original scheduled thing for this weekend was to take all the CAF airplanes and the T-6 up to Bolingbrook, IL for a very large rides event, an event that usually has over 30,000 attendees and does a ton of rides, to try to recuperate the money lost on maintenance on BOB. Long story short, we aren't able to make it there. Side note, JP did 25 rides in his T-6 in two days there this weekend. So instead we were going to get stuff done around the house and get ready for the upcoming week, we didn't plan on going anywhere, and we planned on sort of taking it easy.
Instead, I learned that I was to leave for Florida at 9 am, and the Cheyenne had a panel off, a heater disconnected, and no fuel. So I went ahead and took a shower and got ready and Steve and I went out, he reconnected the heater and put the panel on, I preflighted and topped it off, all of which took a lot longer than we expected due to things like a dead flashlight, a problem getting the heater connected, a 45 minute length of time to get fueled, etc. Finally get that done, we haven't eaten yet, so we decided we'd go home and get some fresh brats grilled up. It was now 1:30 pm by the way. We get home, I start boiling water to make mac & cheese with our brats, we get them thawed out, and then Kaylee calls. The Buick won't start and she's stranded in the parking lot of Culver's in Kokomo with two of the kids in her Compass Rose program with her. Steve is in a stained shirt and old ripped jeans and hasn't showered, I'm in yoga pants and glasses, water is boiling and brats are sitting on the counter ready to grill, and we leave it to go swap cars with her. The Buick sometimes would do that but it would always eventually start. It's not the battery, battery is fine. Steve always thought it was a specific set of keys and it went quite awhile before not starting again. But today it wouldn't start at all. We gave her a jeep, and then had to call a tow truck for the Buick. So we went inside Culver's because now it was almost 3 pm and we still hadn't eaten anything. We weren't planning on being in public, we were not really looking or feeling our finest, so of course we ran into his friend Sharon, her boyfriend, and his daughter, all in suits and dresses from church. She wants to hug and talk and we're just like....*sigh*. The tow truck was going to be 3 hours, we found out after we sat down to eat, so afterwards we came back home and left the car there with the keys in it for the tow truck guy. If someone else gets it started and drives off with it, well, good luck to 'em. Just let me file a police report and don't bring it back in one piece.
Now Steve is doing the yard work he wanted to get done while I'm trying to get ready for tomorrow's trip, which looks like a thunderstorm dodging exercise and heat wave down low while having no working heater up at FL250 either direction for over 6 hours. Should be great. :p
While we were at Culver's, I said I was going to get some ice cream for his mom. He asked if I was going to get any for myself, and I said "nah, I'm extra fat right now, I need to hold off on the ice cream a bit." We laughed, because you can't say that stuff around Kaylee, working in the eating disorder industry, etc., she and they get uptight about fat or food being equated as 'bad', or talk of "dieting", etc. I think people take it too far in both directions, like most things. No, you should not starve yourself in order to try to look a certain way you think society needs you to look. Yes, you can be big, even fat, and still relatively active and healthy. But that doesn't also mean you need to eat everything you feel like eating all the time you feel like eating it just to not participate in the "evil diet culture". I do get the viewpoint that it's unnecessary to comment about other people's bodies to them. "You've gained weight" or "You're too skinny I'm worried about your health"...well, worry about yours, most people are well aware of their own size, some things they can't do anything about, and for the rest, I doubt ever in history did someone hear something like that and think "oh gosh, now that she said I was fat, even though I already knew that, I must change right now!" Rather they think "I am worthless and disgusting and humiliated and now I'm going to go off and eat something." Anyway. Tangent.
I was watching this animal program for kids yesterday morning, hosted by Dylan something or other, the lady from NBC morning shows, and they were going over the Nighthawk, talking about its mating for long term, it's kind of a boring, quiet bird sitting on the ground, plain, the girl bird sits on her eggs for 20 hours straight each day no matter the temps, etc. They said something along the lines of "but when the sun goes down, it's time to think of food, and the Nighthawk launches into the air, and becomes a completely different creature than when it's on the ground. Powerful, graceful, its feathers make a conspicuous noise as it dives down fiercely", etc. I just thought, when I heard the words "becomes a completely different creature than when it's on the ground", and thought...hey, I feel you, Nighthawk. In normal life on the ground I'm a middle aged (extra fat at the moment ;)) clumsy, introverted lady. In the air, I too can be graceful, powerful sometimes, more uninhibited, and free. It's nice. Reminds me, somebody I was talking to said they couldn't believe I was a klutz, because I was joking about tripping on my own feet or walking into door frames or dropping things, all of which I do. He said he couldn't believe I could be so clumsy on my feet and so graceful in the air. I said it's not just the air. If I'm sitting on my butt, I do just fine. Cars, bikes, planes, whatever. It's when I'm on my feet that I'm not so great. ;)
Okay, time to answer some emails I've been avoiding, and then do a bit more planning on my Florida trip tomorrow now that the last forecast for the day is out.
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