60 000 thoughts in a day

and fewer than half are positive.

Here I am, dowstairs at the library at the U, eating leftover explosion salad from Chili's for breakfast. Nothing earth shattering happened this weekend, but it does deserve and update.

To bed by 1am Friday night (well sat am) and Ryan was up at 3:30 to get to work. I was out of bed by 6:15 and out of the house by 6:25 and off I drove to Timmy's. Coffee is not a regular thing for me, but I needed one that day. Didn't role up the rim and win, just rolled up the rim. The drive to gliding is always shared by a spectacular sunrise, and this Saturday was no different. I felt like I was in Brokeback Mountain as the sun peered through the fog and mist. Very cool. And cold too, can't believe I forgot my gloves.

Everyone showed around 8 and we started up the always fun job of getting everything ready to go for flying. Capt. Carson Bennet was there for the assembly of the long lost FMC, which I have been made aware will now be "my plane" as something apparently becomes yours if you have a B category accident in it. Who knew. Held the wing almost all by myself (don't laugh, it's freaking heavy when there isn't another one on the other side for balance!) and it was like we did it on fast forward. Netook assembly time = X, Gimli glider assembly time = 6X. No joke.

J-Rod got me in coveralls (which are mighty warm I learned) to change all the random fluids in all our random vehicles. Other than the couple times I thought we may die from carbon monoxide inhalation, it was great and I learned a bunch. J-Rod, be a teacher!

And just as we are about to leave, Edmonton shows up and wants their glider. So after chatting about camp for a minute, we hear the cavelry arrive. I heart aerobatics! Got them all set up and launched, which can be described in one word... SPLOOSH.

Lunch with the boys at BP's, my dad showed up en route to the house in Ft. Sask from Canmore, and a $40 tank fill saw me on the road again. Home by about 1500, Ryan was home shortly after. Drove him to the airport for his Seattle trip (I can admit that I am jealous) then back to J-Rods to watch the hockey games with Vassy and Karl. Once home I passed out at about 2330.

Woke up at 1000 (awesome sleep in!) and got started on the day off I have wanted for awhile. I went to IKEA and Home Depot, then spent about 2 hours in my backyard and about 4 in my basement. It is at the point where you know it is getting better, but it looks worse than before because everything is in piles. I didn't realize how much stuff we just move from house to house and never use... or how many flying books and manuals and random flying stuff Ryan has! GEEZ!

Dinner with Kyle and Judy, some more laundry and cleaning the basement, finally asleep for about 1am. 630 alarm clock for 8am class, and here I am, done class and almost done my salad.

So if anyone out there really wants a garden and doesn't have room, or really anyone just wants a yard... mine is all yours. My hours hardly made a dent unless you look at the pile of weeds and dead things behind my shed.

Pray for nice weather to clear up the inch of water our field has found itself under, and go for a massage people... it will make a huge difference in your outlook on life!!

-B