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July 30th, 2002


Friday 7/26 was a more or less reasonable day at work. The bummer was that I'd had such a full weekend for my birthday that I was sort of psyched at the coming weekend, and then almost belatedly realized wait... I don't have anything to do. And all my friends are already occupied with other things.

I moped about this for a bit, talked to Kate, and then sort of philosophically figured I should find something to do in the house alone. I visualized sitting in the black leather chair with a book or a movie, and then it didn't seem so bad.

I was just about ready to settle into my evening when my cell phone rang. It was Becca, who'd had plans to visit and have dinner with her mom and sister. Would I like to go along? Well, sure!

Dinner was at a local chain Italian place. Good food, trite service, you know the kind. The company was amusing, Becca's mom is pretty cool, and she picked up the tab, which I wasn't expecting.

Afterward they invited me back to Danville with them to watch some independent short movies that Becca's mom got copies of from the man she is "seeing". They were all interesting and two of them were really quite good and I was glad to be able to see them. I also got to have some extremely good 21-year-old single malt scotch.

It was almost 3am by the time I got back home, and I had to be up at 7am on Saturday, but I was very thankful that my ho-hum evening turned into such a good time with such good people. Thanks to the whole family for thinking to invite me along.


Ugh, Saturday morning started WAY too early. I had to be up at 7 (having just gotten to bed at 3am, fairly drunk, no less) and at the airport at 8 in order to help wash and wax the three aircraft. Now, waxing and buffing a car is hard enough work, and while you wouldn't think an aircraft would be much harder, there is a lot of wing surface area, and of course the undersides of all the flight surfaces have to be done too. So by 11am when we were done, everyone had very achy arm and shoulder muscles, and we were all hot and covered in grease and wax.

It was kind of a surreal experience taxiing the planes back to their tiedowns: it just seems WRONG to climb into a plane, start the engine, and begin taxiing without having run through the checklists! It's so ingrained into pilots to make sure everything is set just right for flying that it's really unnatural when it doesn't happen. But of course, when the plane only needs to go a few hundred yards, on the ground, there's no sense in making sure the flight controls work, all the instruments are set right, and so on.

I treated myself to a big fat unhealthy breakfast at my favorite greasy spoon afterwards, but the air conditioning had failed there so it wasn't very much fun drinking hot coffee and eating hot eggs and bacon in a stuffy, hot diner, when I was already hot from washing and waxing an aircraft in the hot sun. Oh well.

I took a nap when I got home, damn straight I did, and Saturday night Becca and I went to see Joni Laurence, a local "mainstay" folk performer. I really like her, and have a very distant connection to her by virtue of having one of my friends maintaining her website and a good friend and sometimes co-performer of hers being the partner of one of Kate's professors. Some things about living in a relatively small town are really great, and these little connections between people that keep popping up is one of them.

So both my weekend days were quite pleasantly social and/or productive. Not bad considering I was expecting to spend it all alone.




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