Fade Into You in General

I have always thought the way petite women could reach behind their back and hold their other arm incredibly sexy. Kind a reminder of how differently men and women are built. I used to think Hope Sandoval was hot. She probably still is…

Even at my most flexible, I could never reach across my back with my right arm and hold my left bicep.

I did a big bag of nothing today. My accomplishments being getting up, taking a shower, shaving and going out to sign the lease with the new owners of my apartment complex.

I failed on the last one. Instead I got an appointment for next Friday.

My Dad told me he and Mom were going to the beach today. Mom loves the beach. Dad, not so much.

But the surf report had Popham at high tide at 8AM and essentially no swells. I don’t go to the beach to look at a hundred acres of wet sand. I may go tomorrow, but I will definitely being heading to Reid State park next Friday. 3-4 foot swells is enough for me to bust out the boogey board and the swim fins. Reid has a long, straight beach that typically breaks to the south. That could give some good long rides.

I called Mancub tonight. Because, you know 30 year old men are incapable of calling their father.

We chatted for about an hour. He sounds so tired. Between work and Grandcub he is perpetually exhausted. And he has baby-mamma’s family taking care of Grandcub most of the time.

I reminded him he would be a Senior-Chief and eight years from retirement had he joined the Navy.

He sighed and said he knew. And wished he had made different decisions. Then I felt bad.

The clock only runs one way. I certainly wish I had made a whole series of different decisions. But those thoughts are wasted effort. It doesn’t work that way.

A parallel is the old aviation saying “The Altitude above you, the runway behind you, and the fuel not in the plane are totally worthless” is the decisions you made can’t be undone. They can be mitigated, but not undone. I am the poster child.

I am a little more than a month away from a full court press to regain my pilot’s license.

I have full mission dreams. From making a radio check with the FBO, making a departure to the south. Doing s-turns across the road at the house I lived in 10 years ago. Continuing down to Land’s End.

30 degree angle of bank turn to the left, crossing Harpswell Sound. Rocking my wings as I crossed over the WWII submarine siting towers. Then down to Popham, busting out my binoculars ( I actually have bino’s in my car) to scope the hotties at the beach.

Then a gradual left turn over Fort Popham to start paralleling the Kennebec river. Up past BIW, a left over Sydney. Then Merrymeeting Bay. Up through Bowdoinham. Low pass over the private airfield just to the east of Bookerville. Down the Androscoggin.

Rocking my wings over Audrey’s house. Hoping the weather had her on the back porch.

Making the call on unicom, “Four mile final for 19L for the touch and go.”

And around the pattern I go.