At take off time, we were still parked at the gate. My window seat looked directly out at the landing gear on the little puddle jumper we were flying to my final destination. I could see the metal bent at the top of the sheath covering the landing gear wiring. I didn’t like seeing that, so next I looked at the tires. No tread. Now, granted, I don’t know that airplane tires are supposed to have tread, but in Colorado, on a car, those would be considered bald and a person would not stop for a good mile driving on ice. Just saying.
At two minutes after take-off time, the right engine fired up. They gave it a good two minute drill before firing up the left. At eight minutes after, we finally pulled back from the gate and began the taxi. After a while, I assumed we were simply going to drive to our destination, we must have at least passed into another county (tall grass and weeds between the cracks) before we finally turned around. The pilot gave it full throttle and the landing gear was up and locked before we were even halfway back to the tower.
My seat companion had zero conversational skills. I’m glad it was a short flight.
I am cut off from the news, which is good, although I find myself wondering what is going on. There is no perspective although it is peaceful. Then I think, no it doesn’t matter, I’ll find out soon enough. For this moment in time, all that matters is my sweet granddaughter and her parents. Enough reality.
My eye is doing fine. I am three-fourths done with the drop regimen. I have absolutely no room in my carry-on for anything, so I am not tempted to shop, eliminating the need for self-discipline which is not my strong suit. Just take me out to lunch and you’ll find out how easily tempted I am.
and so it goes…