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Been quite a few days.
Flew back from California toward the end of last week, and Mom and Dad came down for a visit. They'd just made it home on Saturday when I heard the news about Columbia. Even if I'd never spent a day training, I'd have been shocked and saddened by the loss of it and its crew. True adventurers, who followed their dreams. They are heroes, and will be missed. They and their families are in my prayers.
JC called, to see how I was taking the news. I could hear the "what if" in his voice, and I tried to comfort him. So many people have said how glad they are that my feet are on the ground and all that, and I can understand how, for the people who care about me, my would-be journeys can immediately come to mind. But my tiny involvement in the grand scheme of it is irrelevant. *I* shouldn't be among anyone's concerns. Though I do appreciate the sentiments.
The future of the whole project is completely unknown, as it should be. I just look forward to seeing NASA find the cause, and work to fix the problem, and for the safety of all astronauts and cosmonauts. Once all of that is back on track again, then there's time to look at the commercial thing again. I know I, for one, can wait.
Beth's been here with me pretty much non-stop. It's been wonderful having her here, because I know she understands all of it, and she's such a great friend. And more. We're taking things very very slow, really essentially like our friendship has always been, except somewhat more physically affectionate. But she still goes to her own home, or a guest room, at night.
I hear Justin's birthday party was a a blast, though, I'm sorry, that twinkie cake sounds gross. I think JC made it to it, but Joe was back here with Bri, and ... I don't know where Chris has been. I need to give him a call. I miss him. A lot.
Miss a lot of things. But JC seems to be doing okay. And I'm doing okay. I guess, well, I guess it's all okay.
Flew back from California toward the end of last week, and Mom and Dad came down for a visit. They'd just made it home on Saturday when I heard the news about Columbia. Even if I'd never spent a day training, I'd have been shocked and saddened by the loss of it and its crew. True adventurers, who followed their dreams. They are heroes, and will be missed. They and their families are in my prayers.
JC called, to see how I was taking the news. I could hear the "what if" in his voice, and I tried to comfort him. So many people have said how glad they are that my feet are on the ground and all that, and I can understand how, for the people who care about me, my would-be journeys can immediately come to mind. But my tiny involvement in the grand scheme of it is irrelevant. *I* shouldn't be among anyone's concerns. Though I do appreciate the sentiments.
The future of the whole project is completely unknown, as it should be. I just look forward to seeing NASA find the cause, and work to fix the problem, and for the safety of all astronauts and cosmonauts. Once all of that is back on track again, then there's time to look at the commercial thing again. I know I, for one, can wait.
Beth's been here with me pretty much non-stop. It's been wonderful having her here, because I know she understands all of it, and she's such a great friend. And more. We're taking things very very slow, really essentially like our friendship has always been, except somewhat more physically affectionate. But she still goes to her own home, or a guest room, at night.
I hear Justin's birthday party was a a blast, though, I'm sorry, that twinkie cake sounds gross. I think JC made it to it, but Joe was back here with Bri, and ... I don't know where Chris has been. I need to give him a call. I miss him. A lot.
Miss a lot of things. But JC seems to be doing okay. And I'm doing okay. I guess, well, I guess it's all okay.