Linear motion or static revolution?
I'm going to try to tell the story of several days in one entry, and hopefully get to the bottom of the question: Is my life showing progress or is the change in scenery just because I'm standing in place and turning around quickly?
Friday - Out at the marina bar with V and some of her favorites. Good time dancing sans alcohol, despite the crowd being much older, and much less gifted with rhythm than usual.
Saturday - Up early to fly a round trip to Chicago Midway and back. It was great taking my new multi-million dollar "toy" into the same airport I went to on a night cross country so many years ago. I understand now why I've never been on board for a "greaser" landing at Midway. The runways are in fact short and look much shorter, buildings close by on all edges. What's crazy is Santa Barbara is actually a shorter runway, but somehow doesn't feel as cramped due to farm fields on both ends. Had fun with a mini prank-war with the younger of the two flight attendants, too ;^)
Sat night - Hosted a few people out on the boat. I don't think I will ever get tired of the compliments of my floating home, though eventually the questions will get just as old as the questions about being a pilot. It was nice being around young and nuts people for awhile, that I don't have to reign in conversation about alternative topics with. Hoisted one guy up the mast for something to do, and somehow he really seemed to enjoy cleaning off the spiderwebs up there. Weird.
Sunday - Another round trip to Midway, but later in the afternoon. Great flight attendants, but strange weather. Got great views of the airports I took training for my private and instrument instructor certificates at. Reflected much on how every flight is the same in terms of the formula, but then again two flights really are never exactly the same at all...
Sunday night - I had too many places to be, and not enough time to be at them all. Started at the marina bar to catch a set or two from Dance Regina, who scores high marks in my book for rock-ish covers of popular dance tracks. That band in that bar always manages to pull quite a diverse set of folks on and off the dance floor. Being hit on by the "shy" woman, and asked where I get my dance moves from picked up my spirits much more than vodka ever could. Moved on to "The Church" which was packed with the "holiday tourists", though the new blood seemed to attract many of the regulars I used to look forward to seeing. Ran into an ex of mine, and her "new ex" - they talked nothing but business, until I got her alone and business was the last thing on her mind lol. Not going to tell the rest of that story though. Was great to make some new acquaintances, and of course to be shown respect by the old crew. More non-alcohol-fueled dancing meant I was a little too late to take up the last invite of the evening, but since it was to a strip club I wasn't that disappointed. Home and asleep around 4:30am...
Monday - Extremely lazy day. Was only up long enough to eat one bowl of cereal, check email, and watch "Rosemary's Baby". Passed out at 4pm.
Tuesday - Woke up early from very bizarre dreams about: transportation to and from a grade school, then about making a citizen's arrest of some guy who hit-and-run a young child. Looked at the clock to find out that I was coming to consciousness at about the same time of the morning that I put myself down to sleep on sun night/monday morning. It was strangely comforting and yet quite disorienting to be moving around my boat, which was pitch black except for the light from my laptop screen. It's still overcast and sprinkling (yay!), so I think I'm going to make myself run _before_ breakfast...
Okay, so the question still isn't answered. It's one I've been wrestling with for a long time, and especially the last few weeks. I guess only time will tell...
Friday - Out at the marina bar with V and some of her favorites. Good time dancing sans alcohol, despite the crowd being much older, and much less gifted with rhythm than usual.
Saturday - Up early to fly a round trip to Chicago Midway and back. It was great taking my new multi-million dollar "toy" into the same airport I went to on a night cross country so many years ago. I understand now why I've never been on board for a "greaser" landing at Midway. The runways are in fact short and look much shorter, buildings close by on all edges. What's crazy is Santa Barbara is actually a shorter runway, but somehow doesn't feel as cramped due to farm fields on both ends. Had fun with a mini prank-war with the younger of the two flight attendants, too ;^)
Sat night - Hosted a few people out on the boat. I don't think I will ever get tired of the compliments of my floating home, though eventually the questions will get just as old as the questions about being a pilot. It was nice being around young and nuts people for awhile, that I don't have to reign in conversation about alternative topics with. Hoisted one guy up the mast for something to do, and somehow he really seemed to enjoy cleaning off the spiderwebs up there. Weird.
Sunday - Another round trip to Midway, but later in the afternoon. Great flight attendants, but strange weather. Got great views of the airports I took training for my private and instrument instructor certificates at. Reflected much on how every flight is the same in terms of the formula, but then again two flights really are never exactly the same at all...
Sunday night - I had too many places to be, and not enough time to be at them all. Started at the marina bar to catch a set or two from Dance Regina, who scores high marks in my book for rock-ish covers of popular dance tracks. That band in that bar always manages to pull quite a diverse set of folks on and off the dance floor. Being hit on by the "shy" woman, and asked where I get my dance moves from picked up my spirits much more than vodka ever could. Moved on to "The Church" which was packed with the "holiday tourists", though the new blood seemed to attract many of the regulars I used to look forward to seeing. Ran into an ex of mine, and her "new ex" - they talked nothing but business, until I got her alone and business was the last thing on her mind lol. Not going to tell the rest of that story though. Was great to make some new acquaintances, and of course to be shown respect by the old crew. More non-alcohol-fueled dancing meant I was a little too late to take up the last invite of the evening, but since it was to a strip club I wasn't that disappointed. Home and asleep around 4:30am...
Monday - Extremely lazy day. Was only up long enough to eat one bowl of cereal, check email, and watch "Rosemary's Baby". Passed out at 4pm.
Tuesday - Woke up early from very bizarre dreams about: transportation to and from a grade school, then about making a citizen's arrest of some guy who hit-and-run a young child. Looked at the clock to find out that I was coming to consciousness at about the same time of the morning that I put myself down to sleep on sun night/monday morning. It was strangely comforting and yet quite disorienting to be moving around my boat, which was pitch black except for the light from my laptop screen. It's still overcast and sprinkling (yay!), so I think I'm going to make myself run _before_ breakfast...
Okay, so the question still isn't answered. It's one I've been wrestling with for a long time, and especially the last few weeks. I guess only time will tell...