..improve my skills..Part 5..Closure
I’M SET UP DUDES !!!
I’m ready to go. The nurse guy came in and set my traction up, got my morphine drip setup on one side, my cheap beer bag hung up on the other..
I might add I “think” it was a guy, visual impressions of the individuals gender were kinda hazy..
Moniter at the end of the bed, with my twisty and keyboard in my lap..
My lady set up the speakers on either side of the bed, subwoofer below. She also left the sliding door open..
For two reasons..
One, it’s one beautiful night, a crystal clear moonlit evening..
The other..
Morphine gives me gas..
So needless to say I had the den to myself, except for the family cat Dougless. Dougless is an old tabby and he’s a porker..
He’d taken up residence on the bookcase since my homecoming after finding the “big dude” laying around in his turf.
He just did his “cat” thing by doing that crouch they do with eyes half closed for hours and hours on end. Dougless isn’t into the “moving” thing..
I wasn’t SURE it was the cat thing, it might have been the gas..
But I digress..
For my first flight back I decided that I would fly recon..
Timid I admit, but the flights over the last few days had made a big impression on me..
..and I wanted to “ease” my way back in..
So picking the approriate part of the map, I grabbed a Pony, cranked up the speakers and took off. Climbed to my cruise altitude..
..of twenty nine thousand feet..
Hehe, this ain’t cheese on top of my neck..
“Duh” isn’t tattoo’d on my forehead..
We’re gonna do this smart.
I'm getting back in to it now, doing lazy rolls, becoming “one” with my aircraft once again..
..and I see a dot at my 10, low..
it’s a con..
..a 109
Jeezzz it’s gotta be a G10
Ok, I got the altitude, if I fly smart, he’s mine, can’t mess around though..
In I go..
I’m closing..
Just about the time a moth seeing the light of the moniter got confused and thought it was the sun..
And landed in the geographical “center” of my moniter..
..as my lady came in and said “Hows it going honey ??”
“Fine dear” I said as I began to see my life in the “BIG PICTURE”..
I HELD THE TRIGGER DOWN PUTTING EVERY OUNCE OF LEAD INTO THAT MOTH..
And he flitted around and landed on my Jack in the Box smiley face on the triangle thingy…
…as the G10 minus a wing did lazy spirals towards earth..
BRUAHAHAHAHAHAA !!!!
The relief that flooded through my body at that moment in time cannot be conveyed..
I hit “auto” and sunk back in to my pillow to bask in the totality of it..
And hit the “more” button..
Baptism of fire, and I’d stepped up..
Coming in on final, a peace came over me that is unexpainable..
I dropped the gear, the flaps were full as I began my flare..
When out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed Dougless as he awoke from his slumber..
..and launched all 16 pounds of pork at the Jack in the Box triangle thingy..
..falling miserably short, hitting my twisty stick cord..
..unplugging it from the computer...
to the sound of footsteps coming near..
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