.comment-link {margin-left:.6em;}

Thursday, December 13, 2007

 

Snow Day

I woke up to the song of the Graters going by. Starting with their scrapping of the curbs mixed in with melodiously shrill beeps as they back up and finishing as they shake their shovel up and down to get that last little bit of snow off.

Just another oh dark 30 wake up call on base. Not that Im complaining, those poor bastards have already gotten up and had to go to work, while Im still snoozing in my bed.

The graters give a small hope though to a possible snow day. You look outside and wonder if its still snowing or possibly (like today) windy as fuck.

This initial look outside is the time my alarm usually goes off, and I tell myself "I guess I had to wake up anyway". That doesn't really assuge your anger and you still swear at the bastard who thought it was a good idea to give graters a back-up-beep. On the especially early morning wake ups, you curse Ford himself. The height of Blasphemy for all the Alphas in the room.

But while cursing, you see the wind blowing through the lone leafless tree out your window. You hear the radio telling you that buses arn't running and that the highways are closed down!

Maybe

Just Maybe, you can go to met brief (0745) and find out you can climb right back to bed (hopefully by 0830). The good news was, we did eventually get cleared off for the day by 1300hr. I would nap now, I would, if I had any chance of actually sleeping. What does a pilot with a serious caffiene addiction do when not flying? I will give you three guesses.

Don't worry, I'll wait.
Still Thinking?
No, its not rutabega.
Its neither Vegetable, Rock, nor Mineral.
It starts with a C and ends in OFFEE.

Needless to say by 830 this morning, I had a good 4 or 5 cups downrange. Im jacked up higher than a dress at prom! Luckily the gym is open and the jPod is charged and ready to go. Dreadmill here I come!

Im on CH 8, and my Solo Check is CH 11.

I can't even hover turn yet! My instructor tells me Im doing fine, somehow I don't believe him. Having fun though, enjoying the course, hating any sort of snow moving device, and waking up earlier than could possibly be natural.

That's enough of an update for...Great, now you got me thinking about rutabega

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?