My son flew in from Dallas a week or so ago and what a time we had. Rather then rent a car or have me drive up to Denver, he opted for the little plane that shuttles passengers down here. Methinks he may not make that choice again. He is a seasoned traveler, unlike his stay at home mother, but this was his first flight on in a "crop duster. His first clue that this might be different was when he stepped through the door and was told they would need to "balance the load". He chose to set right behind the pilot so he would not have to look out the window. He deemed the pilot to be a school boy out on Spring Break. The co pilot seemed to be his baby sitter. He was first instructed that in case of an emergency he would be in charge of unlatching the door and kicking it open! And he took the orders very seriously!
The flight down was only 39 minutes from take off to landing, but he still had time to look around the cabin. He spotted an instruction manual in the flap on the back of the co pilot's seat and wondered why they were required to carry them, being seasoned pilots and all. At that moment the lady co pilot reached back and got the book, and my optimistic little son was sure she was reading the part entitled "How to Land the Plane." But he did take precautions when they said they would be landing in Pueblo in just a few moments. He braced one foot on the aisle seat and his arm against the fuselage. OMG! I would have given an arm and a leg to have been on that plane! When he came down the stairs and into the lobby he was laughing that hysterical laughter that is a sign that one has been wound too tight and is now coming unwound. Good to see.
And home to dear sisters we went. Dona is my middle child. She looked at Sam and the conversation that ensued is as follows:
"Oh, Sammy! You have no hair!"
"Never had any. Male pattern baldness!"
"You are getting pudgy!"
"Well, I have not been working out because I am busy at work."
"Still with so and so?"
"Yes."
"Wow you are lucky to still have the same one after all this time. You are lucky to have anyone!"
At this point Sam turned to me and said, "Boy she really missed her calling! She should have been a motivational speaker, because she is sure motivating me towards suicide!"
We did have a lovely 5 days which passed much to quickly. And then it was back to the airport to send the little guy home.
The flight down was only 39 minutes from take off to landing, but he still had time to look around the cabin. He spotted an instruction manual in the flap on the back of the co pilot's seat and wondered why they were required to carry them, being seasoned pilots and all. At that moment the lady co pilot reached back and got the book, and my optimistic little son was sure she was reading the part entitled "How to Land the Plane." But he did take precautions when they said they would be landing in Pueblo in just a few moments. He braced one foot on the aisle seat and his arm against the fuselage. OMG! I would have given an arm and a leg to have been on that plane! When he came down the stairs and into the lobby he was laughing that hysterical laughter that is a sign that one has been wound too tight and is now coming unwound. Good to see.
And home to dear sisters we went. Dona is my middle child. She looked at Sam and the conversation that ensued is as follows:
"Oh, Sammy! You have no hair!"
"Never had any. Male pattern baldness!"
"You are getting pudgy!"
"Well, I have not been working out because I am busy at work."
"Still with so and so?"
"Yes."
"Wow you are lucky to still have the same one after all this time. You are lucky to have anyone!"
At this point Sam turned to me and said, "Boy she really missed her calling! She should have been a motivational speaker, because she is sure motivating me towards suicide!"
We did have a lovely 5 days which passed much to quickly. And then it was back to the airport to send the little guy home.
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| Sammy at the check in counter. |
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| In the "holding area" |
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| Taxiing down the runway! |
Up, up and
away!
Sam makes the flying thing look so easy. I wanted to take a train trip this summer. I could leave here and stop in Garden City and spend a day with the girls, then to Hutchinson and spend a few days with the sisters, and then Kansas City and visit Shirley, on to St. Louis to see Jeffery and Fred, and then finally to Dallas. See, the train does not go North and South, just East and West. And the train ride is roughly 24 hours with all the layovers and such. Plane goes straight. Much quicker. I labor under the notion that if the good Lord wanted me to fly he would have made me a bird!
But I have only been on an airplane once in my life and that was because Kenny and Clifford tricked me and I almost showed them how to have massive coronary over a mountain pass! But that is another story all together.
So, the son is back in Dallas, the girl's are back in Kansas and I am once more home alone. Life goes on and time passes. Right now, I am off to take care of the geese, then downstairs to sew and then up one level to list on eBay. I leave you with this video from youtube. Rather made my day.
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